The Works of Alexander Pope, Band 1J.F. Dove, St. John's Square, 1822 - 436 Seiten |
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... lay many days in his shop , unnoticed and unread ; and that , piqued with this neglect , the Author came one day , and packed up and directed twenty copies to several great men ; among whom he could recollect none but Lord Lansdown and ...
... lay many days in his shop , unnoticed and unread ; and that , piqued with this neglect , the Author came one day , and packed up and directed twenty copies to several great men ; among whom he could recollect none but Lord Lansdown and ...
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... lay , And dress'd the rocky shelves , and pav'd the painted bay . Thy treasures next arriv'd : and now we boast A nobler cargo on our barren coast : From thy luxuriant Forest we receive More lasting glories than the East can give ...
... lay , And dress'd the rocky shelves , and pav'd the painted bay . Thy treasures next arriv'd : and now we boast A nobler cargo on our barren coast : From thy luxuriant Forest we receive More lasting glories than the East can give ...
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... lays the lucid wave surpass , The living scene is in the Muse's glass , Nor sweeter notes the echoing forest cheer , When Philomela sits and warbles there , Than when you sing the greens and op'ning glades , And give us Harmony as well ...
... lays the lucid wave surpass , The living scene is in the Muse's glass , Nor sweeter notes the echoing forest cheer , When Philomela sits and warbles there , Than when you sing the greens and op'ning glades , And give us Harmony as well ...
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... lay . Thence let me view the venerable scene , The awful dome , the groves eternal green : Where sacred Hough long found his fam'd retreat , And brought the Muses to the sylvan seat , Reform'd the wits , unlock'd the classic store , And ...
... lay . Thence let me view the venerable scene , The awful dome , the groves eternal green : Where sacred Hough long found his fam'd retreat , And brought the Muses to the sylvan seat , Reform'd the wits , unlock'd the classic store , And ...
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... lays , and sing of thee . 10 Horace himself would own thou dost excel In candid arts to play the Critic well . Ovid himself might wish to sing the Dame Whom Windsor - Forest sees a gliding stream : On silver feet , with annual Osier ...
... lays , and sing of thee . 10 Horace himself would own thou dost excel In candid arts to play the Critic well . Ovid himself might wish to sing the Dame Whom Windsor - Forest sees a gliding stream : On silver feet , with annual Osier ...
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Seite 215 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
Seite 227 - To tire our patience, than mislead our sense. Some few in that, but numbers err in this, 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 375 - Now Jove suspends his golden scales in air, Weighs the men's wits against the lady's hair; The doubtful beam long nods from side to side; At length the wits mount up, the hairs subside. See fierce Belinda on the baron flies, With more than usual lightning in her eyes: Nor fear'd the chief th' unequal fight to try, Who sought no more than on his foe to die.
Seite 276 - 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 269 - Words are like leaves; and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found...
Seite 237 - First follow Nature, and your judgment frame By her just standard, which is still the same...
Seite 343 - Now awful beauty puts on all its arms ; The fair each moment rises in her charms, Repairs her smiles, awakens every grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face : Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes.
Seite 218 - Hark! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Seite 219 - VITAL spark of heavenly flame! Quit, O quit this mortal frame ! Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying, O, the pain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life! Hark! they whisper; angels say, Sister spirit, come away!
Seite 153 - The rocks proclaim th' approaching Deity. Lo, Earth receives him from the bending skies! Sink down, ye mountains! and ye valleys, rise! With heads declined, ye cedars, homage pay! Be smooth, ye rocks! ye rapid floods, give way! The Saviour comes! by ancient bards foretold: Hear him, ye deaf! and all ye blind, behold! He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, And on the sightless eyeball pour the day: Tis he th...