The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: With His Last Corrections, Additions and Improvements, Volume 1T. & G. Palmer, 1804 - 754 pages |
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With His Last Corrections, Additions and Improvements Alexander Pope. The poet , in the elegy , takes occasion to mingle ... thee ; ' Tis all thou art , and all the proud shall be ! No poem of our author's more deservedly obtained him ...
With His Last Corrections, Additions and Improvements Alexander Pope. The poet , in the elegy , takes occasion to mingle ... thee ; ' Tis all thou art , and all the proud shall be ! No poem of our author's more deservedly obtained him ...
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... the skies . 50 W. WYCHERLEY . TO MR . POPE , ON HIS WINDSOR FOREST . HAIL ! sacred bard ! a muse unknown before Salutes thee from the bleak Atlantic shore . To our dark world thy shining page is shown , And Windsor's gay retreat becomes ...
... the skies . 50 W. WYCHERLEY . TO MR . POPE , ON HIS WINDSOR FOREST . HAIL ! sacred bard ! a muse unknown before Salutes thee from the bleak Atlantic shore . To our dark world thy shining page is shown , And Windsor's gay retreat becomes ...
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... The tale be told , when shades forsake her shore ; The nymph be sung , when she can flow no more . Nor shall thy song , old Thames ! forbear to shine , At once the subject and the song divine . Peace , sung by thee , shall please ev'n ...
... The tale be told , when shades forsake her shore ; The nymph be sung , when she can flow no more . Nor shall thy song , old Thames ! forbear to shine , At once the subject and the song divine . Peace , sung by thee , shall please ev'n ...
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... the nine harmonious maids Of old assembled in the Thespian shades ; What theme , they cry'd , what high immortal air , Befit these harps to sound , and thee to hear ? Reply'd the god , your loftiest notes employ 66 10 " To sing young ...
... the nine harmonious maids Of old assembled in the Thespian shades ; What theme , they cry'd , what high immortal air , Befit these harps to sound , and thee to hear ? Reply'd the god , your loftiest notes employ 66 10 " To sing young ...
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... the lines require ! What music tune them , what affection fire ! O might thy genius in my bosom shine , Thou shouldst not fail of numbers worthy thine ; The brightest ancients might at once agree To sing within my lays , and sing of thee ...
... the lines require ! What music tune them , what affection fire ! O might thy genius in my bosom shine , Thou shouldst not fail of numbers worthy thine ; The brightest ancients might at once agree To sing within my lays , and sing of thee ...
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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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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.