The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: With His Last Corrections, Additions and Improvements, Հատոր 1T. & G. Palmer, 1804 - 754 էջ |
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... give him- " self the trouble any morning to call at my house , I " shall be very glad to read the verses with him , and " give him my opinion of the particulars more large- " ly than I can well do in this letter . " Thus early was Mr ...
... give him- " self the trouble any morning to call at my house , I " shall be very glad to read the verses with him , and " give him my opinion of the particulars more large- " ly than I can well do in this letter . " Thus early was Mr ...
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... give " me leave to mention what Monsieur Boileau has so " well enlarged upon in the preface to his works , that " wit and fine writing do not consist so much in ad- vancing things that are new , as in giving things that 66 are known an ...
... give " me leave to mention what Monsieur Boileau has so " well enlarged upon in the preface to his works , that " wit and fine writing do not consist so much in ad- vancing things that are new , as in giving things that 66 are known an ...
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... give his little senate laws , And sit attentive to his own applause ; While wits and Templars ev'ry sentence raise , And wonder with a foolish face of praise . Who but must laugh , if such a man there be ! Who would not weep , if ...
... give his little senate laws , And sit attentive to his own applause ; While wits and Templars ev'ry sentence raise , And wonder with a foolish face of praise . Who but must laugh , if such a man there be ! Who would not weep , if ...
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... of a " mighty tree , which rises from the most vigorous " seed , is improved with industry , flourishes and pro- " duces the finest fruit , but bears too many branches " which might be loped into form , to give LIFE OF POPE . $ 3.
... of a " mighty tree , which rises from the most vigorous " seed , is improved with industry , flourishes and pro- " duces the finest fruit , but bears too many branches " which might be loped into form , to give LIFE OF POPE . $ 3.
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... give it a more 66 regular appearance . 66 " What ! is Homer's poem then , according to Mr. " Pope , a confused heap of beauties , without order ❝or symmetry , and a plot whereon nothing but seeds , nor nothing perfect or formed is to ...
... give it a more 66 regular appearance . 66 " What ! is Homer's poem then , according to Mr. " Pope , a confused heap of beauties , without order ❝or symmetry , and a plot whereon nothing but seeds , nor nothing perfect or formed is to ...
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The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: With His Last Corrections ..., Հատոր 1 Alexander Pope Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1796 |
The Poetical Works: Of Alexander Pope, with His Last Corrections, Additions ... Alexander Pope Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1787 |
The poetical works of Alexander Pope. With his last corrections, additions ... Alexander Pope Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1807 |
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Abelard Addison ALEXANDER POPE ancient ANTISTROPHE appear appear'd bard beauty behold blush breast breath bright charms courser crown'd Cynthus Daph Daphne delight Dryden Dunciad earth eclogues envy eternal Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fire fix'd flames flocks flood flow'rs forests gales genius glory goddess grace groves hear heart heav'n Homer honour Iliad kind lays Lesbian live Lord Bolingbroke lov'd lyre Mac Flecknoe mournful Muses nature numbers nymph o'er once op'ning pastoral Phaon plains poem poet poetry Pope Pope's pow'r praise pray'r resound rise rocks sacred Sappho satire scene SEMICHORUS shade shepherds shine shore sighs silver sing Sir Richard Steele skies soft song soul spring strains streams Streph sung swains sylvan tears tender thee Theocritus thine thou thought translation trees trembling tuneful verses Virgil weep winds Windsor write youth
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Էջ 21 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And, without sneering, teach the rest to sneer: Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike ; Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike...
Էջ 21 - Dreading ev'n fools, by flatterers besieged, And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; Like Cato, give his little Senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and Templars ev'ry sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise: Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he?
Էջ 176 - 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. So peaceful rests, without a stone, a name, What once had beauty, titles, wealth, and fame.
Էջ 21 - Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and Templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers...
Էջ 174 - Ambition first sprung from your blest abodes, The glorious fault of angels and of gods; Thence to their images on earth it flows, And in the breasts of kings and heroes glows.
Էջ 122 - The swain in barren deserts with surprise Sees lilies spring, and sudden verdure rise ; And starts amidst the thirsty wilds to hear New falls of water murmuring in his ear.
Էջ 17 - How lov'd, how honour'd once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot ; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be ! Poets themselves must fall, like those they sung, Deaf the prais'd ear, and mute the tuneful tongue.
Էջ 121 - Oh spring to light, auspicious Babe, be born ! See, Nature hastes her earliest wreaths to bring, With all the incense of the breathing spring...
Էջ 123 - The lambs with wolves shall graze the verdant mead, And boys in flowery bands the tiger lead : The steer and lion at one crib shall meet, And harmless serpents lick the pilgrim's feet.
Էջ 164 - Thy life a long dead calm of fix'd repose; No pulse that riots, and no blood that glows. Still as the sea, ere winds were taught to blow, Or moving spirit bade the waters flow; Soft as the slumbers of a saint forgiv'n, And mild as op'ning gleams of promis'd heav'n.