The poetical works of Alexander Pope. With memoir, critical diss., and explanatory notes. The text ed. by C.C. Clarke1872 |
Im Buch
Ergebnisse 1-5 von 48
Seite 2
... beauty . If he has not very good sense ( and indeed there are twenty men of wit for one man of sense ) , his living thus in a course of flattery may put him in no small danger of becoming a coxcomb : if he has , he will consequently ...
... beauty . If he has not very good sense ( and indeed there are twenty men of wit for one man of sense ) , his living thus in a course of flattery may put him in no small danger of becoming a coxcomb : if he has , he will consequently ...
Seite 7
... beauty in itself , and that it be different in every eclogue . Besides , in each of them a designed scene or prospect is to be pre- sented to our view , which should likewise have its variety . This variety is obtained in a great degree ...
... beauty in itself , and that it be different in every eclogue . Besides , in each of them a designed scene or prospect is to be pre- sented to our view , which should likewise have its variety . This variety is obtained in a great degree ...
Seite 8
... beauty and propriety in the time of Theocritus ; it was used in part of Greece , and frequent in the mouths of many of the greatest persons : whereas the old English and country phrases of Spenser were either entirely obsolete , or ...
... beauty and propriety in the time of Theocritus ; it was used in part of Greece , and frequent in the mouths of many of the greatest persons : whereas the old English and country phrases of Spenser were either entirely obsolete , or ...
Seite 19
... beauty wither'd , and their verdure lost . Here shall I try the sweet Alexis ' strain , That call'd the listening Dryads to the plain ? Thames heard the numbers as he flow'd along , And bade his willows learn the moving song . LYCIDAS ...
... beauty wither'd , and their verdure lost . Here shall I try the sweet Alexis ' strain , That call'd the listening Dryads to the plain ? Thames heard the numbers as he flow'd along , And bade his willows learn the moving song . LYCIDAS ...
Seite 22
... Beauty is no more ! For her the flocks refuse their verdant food , The thirsty heifers shun the gliding flood , The silver swans her hapless fate bemoan , In notes more sad than when they sing their own ; In hollow caves sweet Echo ...
... Beauty is no more ! For her the flocks refuse their verdant food , The thirsty heifers shun the gliding flood , The silver swans her hapless fate bemoan , In notes more sad than when they sing their own ; In hollow caves sweet Echo ...
Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope. With Memoir, Critical Diss., and ... Alexander Pope Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2019 |
The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope. with Memoir, Critical Diss., and ... Alexander Pope Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2015 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Adrastus Ambrose Philips ancient bard Bavius beauty Behold bless'd breast charms court cried crown'd Curll divine Dryope Dulness Dunciad e'er edition EPISTLE Essay on Criticism Eteocles eyes fair fame fate fire flame fool genius gentle give glory goddess gods grace happy head heart Heaven hero Homer honour Iliad king knave lady learn'd Leonard Welsted live Lord Lord Bolingbroke mankind mind moral Muse nature ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er once passion Phaon Phoebus pleased pleasure poem poet poetry Pope Pope's praise pride proud queen rage rhyme rise sacred Sappho satire sense shade shine sigh sing skies soft soul Sylphs taste tears thee thine things thou thought trembling truth Twas VARIATIONS verse Vertumnus Virgil virtue WESTMINSTER ABBEY Whig wife wise wretched write youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 176 - All Nature is but art, unknown to thee All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good: And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.
Seite 207 - God loves from whole to parts: but human soul Must rise from individual to the whole. Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to wake, As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake; The centre moved, a circle straight succeeds, Another still, and still another spreads; Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace; His country next; and next all human race...
Seite 103 - 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 170 - 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 170 - Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
Seite 176 - 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 33 - OF all the causes which conspire to blind Man's erring judgment, and misguide the mind, What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
Seite 106 - And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast: There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow, There the first roses of the year shall blow; While angels with their silver wings o'ershade The ground now sacred by thy relics made.
Seite 38 - 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, 370 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 166 - 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 is paid when man receives, T