The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: In Four Volumes Complete. With His Last Corrections, Additions, and Improvements. Carefully Collated and Compared with Former Editions: Together with Notes from the Various Critics and CommentatorsEditor, and sold, 1778 |
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... death's total fway , Reptiles of earth , and beings of a day ! } et e 5 ' Tis thine , on ev'ry heart to grave thy práife , A monument which worth alone can raife ! Sure to furvive , when time fhall whelm in duft The arch , the marble ...
... death's total fway , Reptiles of earth , and beings of a day ! } et e 5 ' Tis thine , on ev'ry heart to grave thy práife , A monument which worth alone can raife ! Sure to furvive , when time fhall whelm in duft The arch , the marble ...
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... death ; as fierce he turns , Keen flash his arms , and all the hero burns ; With martial stalk , and more than mortal might , He ftrides along , and meets the gods in fight : Then the pale Titans , chain'd on burning floors , Start at ...
... death ; as fierce he turns , Keen flash his arms , and all the hero burns ; With martial stalk , and more than mortal might , He ftrides along , and meets the gods in fight : Then the pale Titans , chain'd on burning floors , Start at ...
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... the author , whofe acquaintance with him began at fourteen or fif- Their friendship continued from the year 1703 , to 1718 , which was that of the doctor's death . teen . The The fultry Sirius burns the thirsty plains ,. While in.
... the author , whofe acquaintance with him began at fourteen or fif- Their friendship continued from the year 1703 , to 1718 , which was that of the doctor's death . teen . The The fultry Sirius burns the thirsty plains ,. While in.
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... death ; He faid , Alexis , take this pipe , the fame That taught the groves my Rofalinda's name : But now the reeds fhall hang on yonder tree , For ever filent , fince defpis'd by thee . Oh ! were I made by fome transforming pow'r The ...
... death ; He faid , Alexis , take this pipe , the fame That taught the groves my Rofalinda's name : But now the reeds fhall hang on yonder tree , For ever filent , fince defpis'd by thee . Oh ! were I made by fome transforming pow'r The ...
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... death to those who love ? 20 25 30 Go , gentle gales , and bear my fighs away ! Curs'd be the fields that cause my Delia's ftay ; Fade ev'ry bloffom , wither ev'ry tree , Die ev'ry flow'r , and perish all , but she . What have I faid ...
... death to those who love ? 20 25 30 Go , gentle gales , and bear my fighs away ! Curs'd be the fields that cause my Delia's ftay ; Fade ev'ry bloffom , wither ev'ry tree , Die ev'ry flow'r , and perish all , but she . What have I faid ...
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The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: In Four Volumes Complete. With His Last ... Alexander Pope Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1778 |
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The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: In Four Volumes Complete. With His Last ... Alexander Pope Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1778 |
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Էջ 57 - 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.
Էջ 256 - What modes of sight betwixt each wide extreme, The mole's dim curtain, and the lynx's beam : Of smell, the headlong lioness between, And hound sagacious on the tainted green ; Of hearing, from the life that fills the flood, To that which warbles through the vernal wood. The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine ! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line...
Էջ 337 - To build, to plant, whatever you intend, To rear the column, or the arch to bend, To swell the terrace, or to sink the grot; In all, let Nature never be forgot.
Էջ 101 - What boots the regal circle on his head, His giant limbs, in state unwieldy spread; That long behind he trails his pompous robe, And, of all monarchs, only grasps the globe? The baron now his diamonds pours apace; Th...
Էջ 288 - Pursues that chain which links th' immense design, Joins heav'n and earth, and mortal and divine; Sees, that no being any bliss can know, But touches some above, and some below; Learns, from this union of the rising whole, The first, last purpose of the human soul; And knows where faith, law, morals, all began, All end, in love of God, and love of man.
Էջ 294 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe.
Էջ 284 - Go ! if your ancient, but ignoble blood Has crept through scoundrels ever since the flood, Go ! and pretend your family is young, Nor own your fathers have been fools so long. What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards ? Alas ! not all the blood of all the Howards. Look next on greatness : say where greatness lies, Where, but among the heroes and the wise...
Էջ 92 - 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.
Էջ 279 - Parnassian laurels yield, Or reap'd in iron harvests of the field ? • Where grows ? — where grows it not? If vain our toil, We ought to blame the culture, not the soil...
Էջ 330 - In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half-hung, The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, On once a flock-bed, but repair'd with straw, With tape-tied curtains, never meant to draw, The George and Garter dangling from that bed Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red, Great Villiers lies — alas!