The works of Alexander Pope. With his last corrections, additions, and improvements; together with all his notes: pr. verbatim from the octavo ed. of mr. Warburton, Հատոր 1C. Bathurst, 1770 |
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... rage away . W. BROOM E. To Mr. POPE , On the publishing his WORKS . HE comes , he comes ! bid ev'ry Bard prepare The fong of triumph , and attend his Car . Great Sheffield's Muse the long proceffion heads , And throws a luftre o'er the ...
... rage away . W. BROOM E. To Mr. POPE , On the publishing his WORKS . HE comes , he comes ! bid ev'ry Bard prepare The fong of triumph , and attend his Car . Great Sheffield's Muse the long proceffion heads , And throws a luftre o'er the ...
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... rage no more ; But ufelefs lances into fcythes fhall bend , And the broad faulchion in a plow fhare end . Then palaces fhall rife ; the joyful " Son Shall finish what his fhort - liv'd Sire begun ; Their vines a fhadow to their race ...
... rage no more ; But ufelefs lances into fcythes fhall bend , And the broad faulchion in a plow fhare end . Then palaces fhall rife ; the joyful " Son Shall finish what his fhort - liv'd Sire begun ; Their vines a fhadow to their race ...
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... being commen in England at the time of the Conqueror . VER . 91 . Oh may no more a foreign master's rage , With wrongs yet legal , curfe a future age ! 95 Yevig'rous fwains ! while youth ferments your blood , 42 WINDSOR FOREST .
... being commen in England at the time of the Conqueror . VER . 91 . Oh may no more a foreign master's rage , With wrongs yet legal , curfe a future age ! 95 Yevig'rous fwains ! while youth ferments your blood , 42 WINDSOR FOREST .
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... rage , SURREY , the GRANVILLE of a former age : VER . 275 . VARIATION S. What fighs , what murmurs fill'd the vocal fhore ! His tuneful fwans were heard to fing no more . 280 285 290 VER . 290. ber filver ftar . ] All the lines that ...
... rage , SURREY , the GRANVILLE of a former age : VER . 275 . VARIATION S. What fighs , what murmurs fill'd the vocal fhore ! His tuneful fwans were heard to fing no more . 280 285 290 VER . 290. ber filver ftar . ] All the lines that ...
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... rage . III . But when our Country's caufe provokes to Arms , How martial music ev'ry bosom warms ! So when the first bold veffel dar'd the feas , High on the ftern the Thracian rais'd his ftrain , While Argo faw her kindred trees ...
... rage . III . But when our Country's caufe provokes to Arms , How martial music ev'ry bosom warms ! So when the first bold veffel dar'd the feas , High on the ftern the Thracian rais'd his ftrain , While Argo faw her kindred trees ...
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Էջ 113 - 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.
Էջ 115 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide: If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.
Էջ 100 - And bless their Critic with a Poet's fire. An ardent Judge, who zealous in his trust, With warmth gives sentence, yet is always just ; Whose own example strengthens all his laws ; And is himself that great Sublime he draws.
Էջ 127 - For, that sad moment, when the sylphs withdrew^ And Ariel weeping from Belinda flew, Umbriel, a dusky, melancholy sprite, As ever sullied the fair face of light, Down to the central earth, his proper scene, Repair'd to search the gloomy cave of Spleen.
Էջ 170 - Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence., and a dread repose: Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Էջ 92 - Where a new world leaps out at his command, And ready nature waits upon his hand ; When the ripe colours...
Էջ 166 - Nor foes nor fortune take this pow'r away; And is my Abelard less kind than they? Tears still are mine, and those I need not spare...
Էջ 89 - Jove Now burns with glory, and then melts with love; Now his fierce eyes with sparkling fury glow, Now sighs steal out, and tears begin to flow: Persians and Greeks like turns of nature found.
Էջ 119 - And tremble at the sea that froths below !' He spoke; the spirits from the sails descend; Some, orb in orb, around the nymph extend; Some thrid the mazy ringlets of her hair; Some hang upon the pendants of her ear: 140 With beating hearts the dire event they wait, Anxious, and trembling for the birth of Fate.
Էջ 36 - See heaven its sparkling portals wide display, And break upon thee in a flood of day. No more the rising sun shall gild the morn, Nor evening Cynthia fill her silver horn; But lost, dissolved in thy superior rays, One tide of glory, one unclouded blaze O'erflow thy courts; the Light himself shall shine Reveal'd, and God's eternal day be thine!