The poetical works of Alexander Pope, with life of the author and notes by J. LuptonW. Tegg, 1867 - 526 sider |
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... follow Dr. Radcliffe's advice , which proved successful . * To him Oxford is indebted for the Radcliffe Library and the Radcliffe Infirmary . From earliest childhood Pope appears to have shown a taste b2 ALEXANDER POPE . V.
... follow Dr. Radcliffe's advice , which proved successful . * To him Oxford is indebted for the Radcliffe Library and the Radcliffe Infirmary . From earliest childhood Pope appears to have shown a taste b2 ALEXANDER POPE . V.
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Alexander Pope James Lupton. From earliest childhood Pope appears to have shown a taste for poetry . He himself says that he " lisped in numbers , " and that he could not specify the exact time when he made his first poetic attempts ...
Alexander Pope James Lupton. From earliest childhood Pope appears to have shown a taste for poetry . He himself says that he " lisped in numbers , " and that he could not specify the exact time when he made his first poetic attempts ...
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... appears in all the works of an- tiquity : and it ought to preserve some relish of the old way of writing ; the ... appear rather done by chance than on design , and some- times is best shown by inference ; lest , by too much study ...
... appears in all the works of an- tiquity : and it ought to preserve some relish of the old way of writing ; the ... appear rather done by chance than on design , and some- times is best shown by inference ; lest , by too much study ...
Side 3
... appears in the famous Tasso , and our Spenser . Tasso , in his Aminta , has as far excelled all the pastoral writers , as in his Gierusalemme he has out- done the epic poets of his country : but as this piece seems to have been the ...
... appears in the famous Tasso , and our Spenser . Tasso , in his Aminta , has as far excelled all the pastoral writers , as in his Gierusalemme he has out- done the epic poets of his country : but as this piece seems to have been the ...
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... appear , The various seasons of the rolling year ; And what is that , which binds the radiant sky , Where twelve fair signs in beauteous order lie ? 40 DAMON . Then sing by turns , by turns the Muses sing : Now hawthorns blossom , now ...
... appear , The various seasons of the rolling year ; And what is that , which binds the radiant sky , Where twelve fair signs in beauteous order lie ? 40 DAMON . Then sing by turns , by turns the Muses sing : Now hawthorns blossom , now ...
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Side 197 - Father of all! in every age, In every clime adored, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord! Thou Great First Cause, least understood, Who all my sense confined To know but this, that Thou art good, And that myself am blind; Yet gave me, in this dark estate, To see the good from ill; And binding Nature fast in fate, Left free the human will.
Side 157 - AWAKE, my St. John ! leave all meaner things To low ambition and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man ; A mighty maze ! but not without a plan ; A wild where weeds and flowers promiscuous shoot, Or garden tempting with forbidden fruit.
Side 159 - The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Side 197 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than Hell to shun, That, more than Heaven pursue.
Side 233 - Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys : So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks ; Or at the ear of Eve, familiar toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or...
Side 28 - But most by numbers judge a poet's song, And smooth or rough, with them, is right or wrong: In the bright muse, though thousand charms conspire, Her voice is all these tuneful fools admire...
Side 166 - KNOW, then, thyself, presume not God to scan, The proper study of mankind is Man. Placed on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise, and rudely great ; With too much knowledge for the sceptic side, With too much weakness for the stoic's pride, He hangs between ; in doubt to act or rest...
Side 407 - 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.
Side 167 - Created half to rise, and half to fall ; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all ; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurl'd: The glory, jest, and riddle of the world...
Side 314 - So impudent I own myself no knave :} So odd, my country's ruin makes me grave. > Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to see Men not afraid of God afraid of me: Safe from the Bar, the Pulpit, and the Throne, Yet touched and shamed by ridicule alone.