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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Էջ iii
... thofe are difpleafed at it who are not able to follow it : and it is to be feared that esteem will seldom do any man fo much good , as ill - will does him harm . Then there is a third clafs of people who make the largest part of mankind ...
... thofe are difpleafed at it who are not able to follow it : and it is to be feared that esteem will seldom do any man fo much good , as ill - will does him harm . Then there is a third clafs of people who make the largest part of mankind ...
Էջ vi
... thofe Authors , who forgive themfelves fome particular lines for the fake of a whole Poem , and , vice versa , a whole Poem for the fake of fome particular lines . I believe , no one qualification is fo likely to make a good writer , as ...
... thofe Authors , who forgive themfelves fome particular lines for the fake of a whole Poem , and , vice versa , a whole Poem for the fake of fome particular lines . I believe , no one qualification is fo likely to make a good writer , as ...
Էջ ix
... thofe delightful vifions of my childhood , which , like the fine colours we fee when our eyes are shut , are vanished for ever . Many trials , and fad experience have fo undeceived me by degrees , that I am utterly at a lofs at what ...
... thofe delightful vifions of my childhood , which , like the fine colours we fee when our eyes are shut , are vanished for ever . Many trials , and fad experience have fo undeceived me by degrees , that I am utterly at a lofs at what ...
Էջ xi
... natur'd deed Can all defert in Sciences exceed . ' Tis great delight to laugh at some mens ways , But a much greater to give Merit praise . VOL . I. a 10 15 20 To Mr. POPE , on his Paftorals . N thofe [ xi ] PREFACE, Recommenaatery Poems,
... natur'd deed Can all defert in Sciences exceed . ' Tis great delight to laugh at some mens ways , But a much greater to give Merit praise . VOL . I. a 10 15 20 To Mr. POPE , on his Paftorals . N thofe [ xi ] PREFACE, Recommenaatery Poems,
Էջ xii
Alexander Pope. To Mr. POPE , on his Paftorals . N thofe more dull , as more cenforious days , IN When few dare give , and fewer merit praise , A Mufe fincere , that never Flatt'ry knew , Pays what to friendship and defert is due . Young ...
Alexander Pope. To Mr. POPE , on his Paftorals . N thofe more dull , as more cenforious days , IN When few dare give , and fewer merit praise , A Mufe fincere , that never Flatt'ry knew , Pays what to friendship and defert is due . Young ...
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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!