The poetical works of Alexander Pope. Ed. by H.F. Cary, with a biogr. notice of the author1839 |
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... death to those who love ? Go , gentle gales , and bear my sighs away ! Cursed be the fields that cause my Delia's ... death , I should take it very kindly in you to give it a little turn , as if it were to the memory of the same lady ...
... death to those who love ? Go , gentle gales , and bear my sighs away ! Cursed be the fields that cause my Delia's ... death , I should take it very kindly in you to give it a little turn , as if it were to the memory of the same lady ...
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... death , Lament the ceasing of a sweeter breath ; The industrious bees neglect their golden store ! Fair Daphne's dead , and sweetness is no more ! No more the mounting larks , while Daphne sings , Shall , listening in mid - air ...
... death , Lament the ceasing of a sweeter breath ; The industrious bees neglect their golden store ! Fair Daphne's dead , and sweetness is no more ! No more the mounting larks , while Daphne sings , Shall , listening in mid - air ...
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... death , the poet led To the pale nations of the dead , What sounds were heard , What scenes appear'd , O'er all the dreary coasts ! Dreadful gleams , Dismal screams , Fires that glow , Shrieks of woe , Sullen moans , Hollow groans , And ...
... death , the poet led To the pale nations of the dead , What sounds were heard , What scenes appear'd , O'er all the dreary coasts ! Dreadful gleams , Dismal screams , Fires that glow , Shrieks of woe , Sullen moans , Hollow groans , And ...
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... death ? III . 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 ? AN ESSAY ON ...
... death ? III . 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 ? AN ESSAY ON ...
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... death around from both her eyes , A beau and witling perish'd in the throng , One died in metaphor , and one in song . " O cruel nymph ! a living death I bear , " Cried Dapperwit , and sunk beside his chair . A mournful glance Sir ...
... death around from both her eyes , A beau and witling perish'd in the throng , One died in metaphor , and one in song . " O cruel nymph ! a living death I bear , " Cried Dapperwit , and sunk beside his chair . A mournful glance Sir ...
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Achilles Æneid Ajax ancient arms Asius Atrides Bavius behold blest bold brave breast charms chief Cibber Codrus coursers court critics crown'd death Dennis Diomed divine dreadful Dulness Dunciad Essay on Criticism Eurypylus eyes fair falchion fall fame fate fierce fight fire fix'd flames fool fury glory goddess gods grace Grecian Greece Greeks hand hath head hear heart heaven Hector hero Homer honour Idomeneus Iliad immortal Jove king learned Leonard Welsted live lord Lycian mighty mortal muse nature never numbers o'er once passion Patroclus plain poem poet Pope praise pride prince proud queen race rage rise round sacred satire shade shine shore sire skies slain soul steeds Swift thee thine things thou thought throne thunder trembling Trojan Troy Tydeus Ulysses verse VIRG Virgil virtue warrior words wound write youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 75 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate, 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 today, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Seite 77 - Created half to rise, and half to fall ; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all ; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurl'd: The glory, jest, and riddle of the world...
Seite 75 - 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 confin'd from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Seite 20 - 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 the unbending corn, and skims along the main. Hear how Timotheus...
Seite 18 - She gives in large recruits of needful pride ; For as in bodies, thus in souls, we find What wants in blood and spirits, swell'd with wind : Pride, where wit fails, steps in to our defence, And fills up all the mighty void of sense.
Seite 241 - Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, Now green in youth, now withering on the ground ; Another race the following spring supplies ; They fall successive, and successive rise : So generations in their course decay; So flourish these when those are pass'd away.
Seite 102 - With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep awhile one parent from the sky...
Seite 75 - 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 25 - And decks the goddess with the glittering spoil. This casket India's glowing gems unlocks, And all Arabia breathes from yonder box. The tortoise here and elephant unite, Transform'd to combs, the speckled and the white.
Seite 77 - Great in the earth as in the ethereal frame, Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees : 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.