The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: With His Last Corrections, Additions and Improvements, Հատոր 1T. & G. Palmer, 1804 - 754 էջ |
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Էջ 80
... silver feet , with annual osier crown'd , She runs for ever through poetic ground . How flame the glories of Belinda's hair , Made by the Muse the envy of the fair ! Less shone the tresses Egypt's princess wore , 15 RECOMMENDATORY POEMS ...
... silver feet , with annual osier crown'd , She runs for ever through poetic ground . How flame the glories of Belinda's hair , Made by the Muse the envy of the fair ! Less shone the tresses Egypt's princess wore , 15 RECOMMENDATORY POEMS ...
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... silver Thame , Where dancing sun - beams on the waters play'd , And verdant alders form'd a quivʼring shade . Soft as he mourn'd , the streams forgot to flow , The flocks around a dumb compassion show , The Naiads wept in ev'ry wat'ry ...
... silver Thame , Where dancing sun - beams on the waters play'd , And verdant alders form'd a quivʼring shade . Soft as he mourn'd , the streams forgot to flow , The flocks around a dumb compassion show , The Naiads wept in ev'ry wat'ry ...
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... the groves that shine with silver frost , Their beauty wither'd , and their verdure lost . Here shall I try the sweet Alexis ' strain , That call'd the list'ning Dryads to the plain ? 11 Thames heard the numbers , as he flow'd along ,
... the groves that shine with silver frost , Their beauty wither'd , and their verdure lost . Here shall I try the sweet Alexis ' strain , That call'd the list'ning Dryads to the plain ? 11 Thames heard the numbers , as he flow'd along ,
Էջ 119
... silver swans her hapless fate bemoan , In notes more sad than when they sing their own ; 40 In hollow caves sweet Echo silent lies , Silent , or only to her name replies ; 50 Her name with pleasure once she taught the shore ; Now ...
... silver swans her hapless fate bemoan , In notes more sad than when they sing their own ; 40 In hollow caves sweet Echo silent lies , Silent , or only to her name replies ; 50 Her name with pleasure once she taught the shore ; Now ...
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... silver flood ; The silver flood , so lately calm , appears 65 Swell'd with new passion , and o'erflows with tears ; The winds , and trees , and floods , her death deplore , Daphne , our grief , our glory , now no more ! 70 But see ...
... silver flood ; The silver flood , so lately calm , appears 65 Swell'd with new passion , and o'erflows with tears ; The winds , and trees , and floods , her death deplore , Daphne , our grief , our glory , now no more ! 70 But see ...
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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.