The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: With His Last Corrections, Additions and Improvements, Volume 1T. & G. Palmer, 1804 - 754 pages |
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... sung ; Deaf the prais'd ear , and mute the tuneful tongue . Ev'n he whose soul now melts in mournful lays , Shall shortly want the gen'rous tear he pays . Mr. Pope , who had been always subjected to a 46 LIFE OF POPE .
... sung ; Deaf the prais'd ear , and mute the tuneful tongue . Ev'n he whose soul now melts in mournful lays , Shall shortly want the gen'rous tear he pays . Mr. Pope , who had been always subjected to a 46 LIFE OF POPE .
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... lay , And dress'd the rocky shelves , and pav'd the painted bay . Thy treasures next arriv'd ; and now we boast A nobler ... lays the lucid wave surpass , 10 15 20 The living scene is in the Muse's glass . Nor sweeter notes the echoing ...
... lay , And dress'd the rocky shelves , and pav'd the painted bay . Thy treasures next arriv'd ; and now we boast A nobler ... lays the lucid wave surpass , 10 15 20 The living scene is in the Muse's glass . Nor sweeter notes the echoing ...
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... lays , and sing of thee . 5 10 Horace himself would own thou dost excel In candid arts to play the critic well . Ovid himself might wish to sing the dame Whom Windsor Forest sees a gliding stream ; On silver feet , with annual osier ...
... lays , and sing of thee . 5 10 Horace himself would own thou dost excel In candid arts to play the critic well . Ovid himself might wish to sing the dame Whom Windsor Forest sees a gliding stream ; On silver feet , with annual osier ...
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... thy waters , soft among the trees Thy aspins quiver in a breathing breeze ! Smile , all ye vallies , in eternal spring , Be hush'd ye winds , while Pope and Virgil sing . 30 35 40 45 In English lays , and all sublimely great , Thy.
... thy waters , soft among the trees Thy aspins quiver in a breathing breeze ! Smile , all ye vallies , in eternal spring , Be hush'd ye winds , while Pope and Virgil sing . 30 35 40 45 In English lays , and all sublimely great , Thy.
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With His Last Corrections, Additions and Improvements Alexander Pope. In English lays , and all sublimely great , Thy Homer warms with all his ancient heat ; He shines in council , thunders in the fight , And flames with every sense of ...
With His Last Corrections, Additions and Improvements Alexander Pope. In English lays , and all sublimely great , Thy Homer warms with all his ancient heat ; He shines in council , thunders in the fight , And flames with every sense of ...
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Page 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...
Page 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?
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.