The Poetical Works of Alex. Pope: With a Sketch of the Author's LifeBaynes and Son, 1825 - 524 sider |
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... leaves the trees , and flowers adorn the ground ; Begin , the vales shall every note rebound . STREPHON . Inspire me , Phoebus , in my Delia's praise , With Waller's strains , or Granville's moving lays ! A milk - white bull shall at ...
... leaves the trees , and flowers adorn the ground ; Begin , the vales shall every note rebound . STREPHON . Inspire me , Phoebus , in my Delia's praise , With Waller's strains , or Granville's moving lays ! A milk - white bull shall at ...
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... , And said , ' Ye shepherds , sing around my grave ! ' Sing , while beside the shaded tomb I mourn , And with fresh bays her rural shrine adorn . THYRSIS . Ye gentle muses , leave your crystal spring PASTORALS . 23 23.
... , And said , ' Ye shepherds , sing around my grave ! ' Sing , while beside the shaded tomb I mourn , And with fresh bays her rural shrine adorn . THYRSIS . Ye gentle muses , leave your crystal spring PASTORALS . 23 23.
Side 24
... leave your crystal spring , Let nymphs and sylvans cypress garlands bring : Ye weeping Loves , the stream with myrtles hide , And break your bows as when Adonis died ; And with your golden darts , now useless grown , Inscribe a verse on ...
... leave your crystal spring , Let nymphs and sylvans cypress garlands bring : Ye weeping Loves , the stream with myrtles hide , And break your bows as when Adonis died ; And with your golden darts , now useless grown , Inscribe a verse on ...
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... leaves , and dies upon the trees . To thee , bright goddess , oft a lamb shall bleed , If teeming ewes increase my fleecy breed . While plants their shade , or flowers their odours give , Thy name , thy honour , and thy praise shall ...
... leaves , and dies upon the trees . To thee , bright goddess , oft a lamb shall bleed , If teeming ewes increase my fleecy breed . While plants their shade , or flowers their odours give , Thy name , thy honour , and thy praise shall ...
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... leaves shall move , And on its top descends the mystic dove . 11 15 Ye heavens ! from high the dewy nectar pour , And in soft silence shed the kindly shower ! The sick and weak the healing plant shall aid , From storm a shelter , and ...
... leaves shall move , And on its top descends the mystic dove . 11 15 Ye heavens ! from high the dewy nectar pour , And in soft silence shed the kindly shower ! The sick and weak the healing plant shall aid , From storm a shelter , and ...
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Side 268 - 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 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...
Side 226 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume Thy bolts to throw ; And deal damnation round the land On each I judge Thy foe. If I am right, Thy grace impart Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, O teach my heart To find that better way.
Side 199 - 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 52 - 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. Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years, slide soft away In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day. Sound sleep by night ; study and ease Together mix'd, sweet recreation, And innocence, which most does please With meditation....
Side 62 - In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold; Alike fantastic, if too new, or old: Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
Side 197 - Vast chain of Being ! which from God began, 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. On superior...
Side 78 - Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide : If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.
Side 225 - 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 85 - Let wreaths of triumph now my temples twine, (The victor cried) the glorious prize is mine ! While fish in streams, or birds delight in air, Or in a coach and six the British fair, As long as Atalantis shall be read...
Side 59 - She gives in large recruits of needful pride ; For as in bodies, thus in souls, we find What wants in blood and spirits, swell'd with wind : Pride, where wit fails, steps in to our defence, And fills up all the mighty void of sense.