The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: With His Last Corrections, Additions and Improvements, Том 2T. & G. Palmer, 1804 - 754 страници |
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... flame Mount up , and take a salamander's name . Soft yielding minds to water glide away , And sip , with nymphs , their elemental tea . The graver prude sinks downward to a gnome , In search of mischief still on earth to roam . The ...
... flame Mount up , and take a salamander's name . Soft yielding minds to water glide away , And sip , with nymphs , their elemental tea . The graver prude sinks downward to a gnome , In search of mischief still on earth to roam . The ...
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... dejects my lofty mind ; 95 55 All that I dread is leaving you behind ! Rather than so , ah let me still survive , And burn in Cupid's flames - but burn alive . 100 Restore the Lock ! she cries ; and all around 36 THE RAPE OF THE LOCK .
... dejects my lofty mind ; 95 55 All that I dread is leaving you behind ! Rather than so , ah let me still survive , And burn in Cupid's flames - but burn alive . 100 Restore the Lock ! she cries ; and all around 36 THE RAPE OF THE LOCK .
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... flame . The weary sun , as learned poets write , Forsook th ' horizon , and roll'd down the light ; While glitt❜ring stars his absent beams supply , And night's dark mantle overspread the sky . 360 365 370 Then rose the guests , and as ...
... flame . The weary sun , as learned poets write , Forsook th ' horizon , and roll'd down the light ; While glitt❜ring stars his absent beams supply , And night's dark mantle overspread the sky . 360 365 370 Then rose the guests , and as ...
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... flames that in his bosom dwell , He wanted art to hide , and means to tell : Yet hoping time th ' occasion might betray , Compos'd a sonnet to the lovely May ; Which , writ and folded with the nicest art , He wrapt in silk , and laid ...
... flames that in his bosom dwell , He wanted art to hide , and means to tell : Yet hoping time th ' occasion might betray , Compos'd a sonnet to the lovely May ; Which , writ and folded with the nicest art , He wrapt in silk , and laid ...
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... flame ; Receiv'd th ' impressions of the love - sick Squire , And wasted in the soft infectious fire . Ye Fair , draw near , let May's example move Your gentle minds to pity those who love ! Had some fierce tyrant in her stead been ...
... flame ; Receiv'd th ' impressions of the love - sick Squire , And wasted in the soft infectious fire . Ye Fair , draw near , let May's example move Your gentle minds to pity those who love ! Had some fierce tyrant in her stead been ...
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ancient arms bard beau beauty Belinda bless bliss bold breast charms court critics cry'd dæmon dame divine Dryope e'er Eurydice Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fire flame flow'rs folly fools gen'rous gentle glory gnome grace hair hear heart Heav'n Heraclitus honest honour husband immortal JOHN DONNE joys king knave Knight ladies Latium laws learn'd Lock Lord maid mighty mind mortal Muse Muse's ne'er numbers nymph o'er once Placebo pleas'd poets pow'r praise pray'r Priapus pride proud rage rais'd rev'rend rise rules sacred Satire SATIRE IV Satire's sense shade shame shine sigh skies smile soft soul spleen spouse sprites sung sure sylphs tears Thalestris thee things thou thought thro tongue trembling true truth Twas Umbriel vice virtue Virtue's Whig wife WIFE OF BATH wing wise wretch write youth
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Страница 111 - And value books, as women men, for dress: Their praise is still, — The style is excellent; The sense, they humbly take upon content. Words are like leaves; and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.
Страница 113 - The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar : When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow ; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Страница 108 - While from the bounded level of our mind, Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind; But more advanc'd, behold with strange surprise, New distant scenes of endless science rise!
Страница 99 - Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss ; A fool might once himself alone expose ; Now one in verse makes many more in prose. Tis with our judgments as our watches, none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
Страница 112 - Though oft the ear the open vowels tire; While expletives their feeble aid do join; And ten low words oft creep in one dull line, While they ring round the same unvaried chimes, With sure returns of still expected rhymes, Where'er you find "the cooling western breeze...
Страница 94 - Yet not to earth's contracted span Thy goodness let me bound, Or think Thee Lord alone of man. When thousand worlds are round. Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge Thy foe.
Страница 111 - Its gaudy colours spreads on every place ; The face of nature we no more survey, All glares alike, without distinction gay ; But true expression, like th' unchanging sun, Clears and improves whate'er it shines upon ; It gilds all objects, but it alters none.
Страница 118 - Some bright idea of the master's mind, Where a new world leaps out at his command, And ready Nature waits upon his hand; When the ripe colours soften and unite, And sweetly melt into just shade and light; When mellowing years their full perfection give, And each bold figure just begins to live, The treacherous colours the fair art betray, And all the bright creation fades away!
Страница 25 - And screams of horror rend th' affrighted skies. Not louder shrieks to pitying heav'n are cast, When husbands, or when lap-dogs breathe their last ; Or when rich China vessels fall'n from high, In glitt'ring dust and painted fragments lie ! 160 " Let wreaths of triumph now my temples twine...
Страница 19 - Who gave the ball, or paid the visit last; One speaks the glory of the British queen, And one describes a charming Indian screen; A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes; At every word a reputation dies.