The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, Volume 1W. Suttaby, 1807 - 408 pages |
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... dread order break - for whom ? for thee ? Vile worm ! -O madness ! pride ! impiety ! 9. What if the foot , ordain'd the dust to tread , Or hand to toil , aspir'd to be the head ? What if the head , the eye , or ear , repin'd To serve ...
... dread order break - for whom ? for thee ? Vile worm ! -O madness ! pride ! impiety ! 9. What if the foot , ordain'd the dust to tread , Or hand to toil , aspir'd to be the head ? What if the head , the eye , or ear , repin'd To serve ...
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... dread event impend , Ere to the main this morning sun descend , But Heav'n reveals not what , or how , or where : Warn'd by thy sylph , O pious maid , beware ! This to disclose is all thy guardian can : Beware of all , but most beware ...
... dread event impend , Ere to the main this morning sun descend , But Heav'n reveals not what , or how , or where : Warn'd by thy sylph , O pious maid , beware ! This to disclose is all thy guardian can : Beware of all , but most beware ...
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... , And bass and treble voices strike the skies . No common weapons in their hands are found , Like gods they fight , nor dread a mortal wound . So when bold Homer makes the gods engage , And Canto V. 59 RAPE OF THE LOCK .
... , And bass and treble voices strike the skies . No common weapons in their hands are found , Like gods they fight , nor dread a mortal wound . So when bold Homer makes the gods engage , And Canto V. 59 RAPE OF THE LOCK .
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... dread is leaving you behind ! Rather than so , ah let me still survive , And burn in Cupid's flames - but burn alive . " " Restore the lock ! " she cries ; and all around " Restore the lock ! " the vaulted roofs rebound . Not fierce ...
... dread is leaving you behind ! Rather than so , ah let me still survive , And burn in Cupid's flames - but burn alive . " " Restore the lock ! " she cries ; and all around " Restore the lock ! " the vaulted roofs rebound . Not fierce ...
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... dread altars as I drew , Not on the cross my eyes were fix'd , but you : Not grace , or zeal , love only was my call , And if I lose thy love , I lose my all . Come ! with thy looks , thy words , relieve my woe ; Those still at least ...
... dread altars as I drew , Not on the cross my eyes were fix'd , but you : Not grace , or zeal , love only was my call , And if I lose thy love , I lose my all . Come ! with thy looks , thy words , relieve my woe ; Those still at least ...
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Addison Adrastus ancient arms Balaam bard Bavius beauty behold bless'd breast bright charms court crown'd Cynthus divine dread Dryden Dryope Dulness Dunciad e'er Eridanus Eteocles eternal ev'n eyes fair fame fate fire fix'd flames fool genius give glory goddess gods grace hand happy head heart Heav'n honour Iliad IMITATIONS Jove king knave learn'd learned live lord lov'd mankind mind mortal Muse nature ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er once passion Phaon plain pleas'd poet Pope pow'r praise pray'r pride proud queen rage reign rise roll round sacred Sappho satire sense shade shine sighs silvan sing skies Smil soft soul spread sylphs tears Thalestris Thebes thee thine things thou throne trembling Twas verse Vertumnus Virg Virgil virgin virtue Westminster Abbey whate'er Whig wings wretched write youth
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Page 156 - 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.
Page 43 - Hampton takes its name. Here Britain's statesmen oft the fall foredoom Of foreign tyrants, and of nymphs at home; Here thou, great ANNA ! whom three realms obey, Dost sometimes counsel take — and sometimes tea. Hither the heroes and the nymphs resort, To taste awhile the pleasures of a court. In various talk th...
Page 217 - And, when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write ? what sin to me unknown Dipp'd me in ink, my parents', or my own ? As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came...
Page 82 - True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest, who have learned to dance : 'Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
Page 81 - And value books, as women men, for dress : Their praise is still — the style is excellent ; The sense, they humbly take upon content. Words are like leaves ; and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.
Page 32 - What Conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do; This teach me more than Hell to shun, That more than Heav'n pursue. What blessings thy free bounty gives Let me not cast away; For God is paid when man receives; T
Page 79 - A perfect judge will read each work of wit With the same spirit that its author writ ; Survey the whole, nor seek slight faults to find Where nature moves, and rapture warms the mind ; Nor lose, for that malignant dull delight, The generous pleasure to be charm'd with wit.
Page 374 - She comes ! she comes ! the sable throne behold Of Night primeval and of Chaos old ! Before her, fancy's gilded clouds decay, And all its varying rainbows die away. Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires, The meteor drops, and in a flash expires. As one by one, at dread Medea's strain, The sick'ning stars fade off th' ethereal plain ; As Argus
Page 2 - Natures ethereal, human, angel, man, Beast, bird, fish, insect, what no eye can see, No glass can reach ; from Infinite to thee, From thee to Nothing.
Page xxxv - In pride, in reasoning pride, our error lies; All quit their sphere, and rush into the skies. Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes, Men would be angels, angels would be gods.