The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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... fate , 3. Heaven from all creatures hides the book of All but the page prescribed , their present state : From brutes what men , from men what spirits know ; Or who could suffer being here below ? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to ...
... fate , 3. Heaven from all creatures hides the book of All but the page prescribed , their present state : From brutes what men , from men what spirits know ; Or who could suffer being here below ? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to ...
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... Fate . In vain thy Reason finer webs shall draw , Entangle Justice in her net of Law , And right , too rigid , harden into wrong ; Still for the strong too weak , the weak too strong . Yet go ! and thus o'er all the creatures sway ...
... Fate . In vain thy Reason finer webs shall draw , Entangle Justice in her net of Law , And right , too rigid , harden into wrong ; Still for the strong too weak , the weak too strong . Yet go ! and thus o'er all the creatures sway ...
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... Fate , Left free the human will . What conscience dictates to be done , Or warns me not to do ; This teach me more than Hell to shun , That more than Heaven pursue . What blessings thy free bounty gives , Let me not cast away ; For God ...
... Fate , Left free the human will . What conscience dictates to be done , Or warns me not to do ; This teach me more than Hell to shun , That more than Heaven pursue . What blessings thy free bounty gives , Let me not cast away ; For God ...
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... fate of all extremes is such , Men may be read , as well as books , too much . To observations which ourselves we make , We grow more partial for the ' observer's sake ; To written wisdom , as another's , less : Maxims are drawn from ...
... fate of all extremes is such , Men may be read , as well as books , too much . To observations which ourselves we make , We grow more partial for the ' observer's sake ; To written wisdom , as another's , less : Maxims are drawn from ...
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... fate ; The doctor call'd , declares all help too late . Mercy ! ( cries Helluo ) mercy on my soul ! Is there no hope ? -Alas ! -then bring the jowl . ' The frugal crone , whom praying priests attend , Still strives to save the hallow'd ...
... fate ; The doctor call'd , declares all help too late . Mercy ! ( cries Helluo ) mercy on my soul ! Is there no hope ? -Alas ! -then bring the jowl . ' The frugal crone , whom praying priests attend , Still strives to save the hallow'd ...
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ALEXANDER POPE ANTISTROPHE Balaam Bavius beauty behold bless'd blessing bliss breast breath Cæsar Catiline charms cried crown'd cursed dame dear death divine Dunciad e'en e'er ease envy EPISTLE eternal Eurydice eyes fair fame fate fire fix'd flame fool gentle give GODFREY KNELLER gold grace happiness hate heart Heaven honour join'd kings knave knight learn'd learning live lord Lord Bolingbroke lyre man's mankind mind mortal Muse Nature Nature's ne'er never numbers nymph o'er once pain Parnassian parterre pass'd passion Phryné pleased pleasure poet Pope praise pride Procris proud rage reason rest rise rules sage Sappho Self-love SEMICHORUS sense shade shine sigh skies SMIL soft Sophonisba soul spouse taste tears tell thee thine things thou thought true truth Twas tyrant Vex'd virtue WESTMINSTER ABBEY whate'er whole wife wise
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Seite 32 - 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 6 - 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.
Seite 17 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence. 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.
Seite 218 - And when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write? what sin to me unknown Dipt me in ink, my parents', or my own? As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came...
Seite 126 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
Seite 8 - First follow Nature, and your judgment frame By her just standard, which is still the same: Unerring Nature! still divinely bright, One clear, unchang'd, and universal light, Life, force, and beauty, must to all impart, At once the source, and end, and test of art. Art from that fund each just supply provides; Works without show, and without pomp presides : In some fair body thus th...
Seite 38 - What modes of sight betwixt each wide extreme, The mole's dim curtain, and the lynx's beam : Of smell, the headlong lioness between, And hound sagacious on the tainted green : Of hearing, from the life that fills the flood, To that which warbles through the vernal wood ? The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine ! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line : In the nice bee, what sense so subtly true From pois'nous herbs extracts the healing dew?
Seite 34 - Hope humbly then ; with trembling pinions soar, Wait the great teacher, Death ; and God adore. What future bliss, he gives not thee to know, But gives that hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast : Man never Is, but always to be blest ; The soul, uneasy, and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Seite 63 - Some are and must be greater than the rest, More rich, more wise: but who infers from hence That such are happier, shocks all common sense.
Seite 16 - In words as fashions the same rule will hold, Alike fantastic if too new or old: Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.