The Poetical Works of Alexander PopeMacmillan, 1879 - 505 Seiten |
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... thee : Blest Swains , whose Nymphs in ev'ry grace excel ; Blest Nymphs , whose Swains those graces sing so well ! Now rise , and haste to yonder woodbine bow'rs , A soft retreat from sudden vernal show'rs , The turf with rural dainties ...
... thee : Blest Swains , whose Nymphs in ev'ry grace excel ; Blest Nymphs , whose Swains those graces sing so well ! Now rise , and haste to yonder woodbine bow'rs , A soft retreat from sudden vernal show'rs , The turf with rural dainties ...
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... thee . The sultry Sirius burns the thirsty plains , While in thy heart eternal winter reigns . Where stray ye , Muses , in what lawn or grove , While your Alexis pines in hopeless love ? [ Thame . Spenser repeatedly uses this form ...
... thee . The sultry Sirius burns the thirsty plains , While in thy heart eternal winter reigns . Where stray ye , Muses , in what lawn or grove , While your Alexis pines in hopeless love ? [ Thame . Spenser repeatedly uses this form ...
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... thee . Oh ! were I made by some transforming pow'r The captive bird that sings within thy bow'r ! Then might my voice thy list'ning ears employ , And I those kisses he receives , enjoy . And yet my numbers please the rural throng ...
... thee . Oh ! were I made by some transforming pow'r The captive bird that sings within thy bow'r ! Then might my voice thy list'ning ears employ , And I those kisses he receives , enjoy . And yet my numbers please the rural throng ...
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... thee , Love ! on foreign Mountains bred , Wolves gave thee suck , and savage Tigers fed . Thou wert from Etna's burning entrails torn , Got by fierce whirlwinds , and in thunder born ! Resound , ye hills , resound my mournful lay ...
... thee , Love ! on foreign Mountains bred , Wolves gave thee suck , and savage Tigers fed . Thou wert from Etna's burning entrails torn , Got by fierce whirlwinds , and in thunder born ! Resound , ye hills , resound my mournful lay ...
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... thee , bright goddess , oft a lamb shall bleed , In some still ev'ning , when the whisp'ring breeze Pants on the leaves , and dies upon the trees . 80 While plants their shade , or flow'rs their odours give , 85 Thy name , thy honour ...
... thee , bright goddess , oft a lamb shall bleed , In some still ev'ning , when the whisp'ring breeze Pants on the leaves , and dies upon the trees . 80 While plants their shade , or flow'rs their odours give , 85 Thy name , thy honour ...
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Seite 56 - In every work regard the writer's end, Since none can compass more than they intend ; And if the means be just, the conduct true, Applause, in spite of trivial faults, is due. As men of breeding, sometimes men of wit, T...
Seite 200 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent; Spreads undivided, operates unspent! Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, He bounds, connects, and equals all.
Seite 201 - The proper study of mankind is Man. Placed on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise and rudely great: With too much knowledge for the Sceptic side, With too much weakness for the Stoic's pride, He hangs between, in doubt to act or rest; In doubt to deem himself a God or Beast; In doubt his mind or body to prefer...
Seite 56 - In wit, as Nature, what affects our hearts Is not th' exactness of peculiar parts; 'Tis not a lip, or eye, we beauty call, But the joint force and full result of all. Thus when we view some well-proportion'd dome, (The world's just wonder, and ev'n thine, O Rome!) No single parts unequally surprise, All comes united to th' admiring eyes; No monstrous height, or breadth or length appear; The whole at once is bold and regular.
Seite 55 - While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind : But more...
Seite 193 - AWAKE, my St John ! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of Man ; A mighty maze ! but not without a plan ; A wild, where weeds and flowers promiscuous shoot ; Or garden, tempting with forbidden fruit.
Seite 258 - To build, to plant, whatever you intend, To rear the column, or the arch to bend, To swell the terrace, or to sink the grot; In all, let Nature never be forgot.
Seite 57 - Some to Conceit alone their taste confine, And glitt'ring thoughts struck out at ev'ry line; Pleas'd with a work where nothing's just or fit; One glaring Chaos and wild heap of wit. Poets, like painters, thus, unskill'd to trace The naked nature and the living grace, With gold and jewels cover ev'ry part, And hide with ornaments their want of art.
Seite 221 - I'll tell you, friend! a wise man and a fool. You'll find, if once the monarch acts the monk, Or, cobbler-like, the parson will be drunk, Worth makes the man, and want of it, the fellow; The rest is all but leather or prunella.
Seite 206 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.