The poetical works of Alexander Pope. With memoir, critical diss., and explanatory notes. The text ed. by C.C. Clarke1872 |
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... thou canst not cure . Ye shady beeches , and ye cooling streams , Defence from Phoebus ' , not from Cupid's beams , I mourn , nor to the deaf I sing , To you The woods shall answer , and their echo ring . ' 2 The hills and rocks attend ...
... thou canst not cure . Ye shady beeches , and ye cooling streams , Defence from Phoebus ' , not from Cupid's beams , I mourn , nor to the deaf I sing , To you The woods shall answer , and their echo ring . ' 2 The hills and rocks attend ...
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... Thou , whom the Nine with Plautus ' wit inspire , The art of Terence , and Menander's fire ; Whose sense instructs us , and whose humour charms , Whose judgment sways us , and whose spirit warms ! 10 Oh , skill'd in Nature ! see the ...
... Thou , whom the Nine with Plautus ' wit inspire , The art of Terence , and Menander's fire ; Whose sense instructs us , and whose humour charms , Whose judgment sways us , and whose spirit warms ! 10 Oh , skill'd in Nature ! see the ...
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... Thou wert from Etna's burning entrails torn , Got by fierce whirlwinds , and in thunder born ! Resound , ye hills , resound my mournful lay ! Farewell , ye woods ; adieu , the light of day ! One leap from yonder cliff shall end my pains ...
... Thou wert from Etna's burning entrails torn , Got by fierce whirlwinds , and in thunder born ! Resound , ye hills , resound my mournful lay ! Farewell , ye woods ; adieu , the light of day ! One leap from yonder cliff shall end my pains ...
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... thou the first true merit to befriend ; His praise is lost , who stays till all commend . Short is the date , alas ! of modern rhymes , And ' tis but just to let them live betimes . No longer now that golden age appears , When patriarch ...
... thou the first true merit to befriend ; His praise is lost , who stays till all commend . Short is the date , alas ! of modern rhymes , And ' tis but just to let them live betimes . No longer now that golden age appears , When patriarch ...
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... thou hast in air , And view with scorn two pages and a chair . As now your own , our beings were of old , And once enclosed in woman's beauteous mould ; Thence , by a soft transition , we repair From earthly vehicles to these of air ...
... thou hast in air , And view with scorn two pages and a chair . As now your own , our beings were of old , And once enclosed in woman's beauteous mould ; Thence , by a soft transition , we repair From earthly vehicles to these of air ...
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Side 176 - All Nature is but art, unknown to thee All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good: And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.
Side 207 - God loves from whole to parts: but human soul Must rise from individual to the whole. Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to wake, As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake; The centre moved, a circle straight succeeds, Another still, and still another spreads; Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace; His country next; and next all human race...
Side 103 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
Side 170 - Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar; Wait the great teacher, Death; and God adore. What future bliss, He gives not thee to know, But gives that hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never is, but always to be blest. The soul, uneasy and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Side 170 - Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
Side 176 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent ; Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect in a hair as heart ; As full, as perfect in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns. To Him no high, no low, no great, no small ; He fills, He bounds, connects and equals all.
Side 33 - OF all the causes which conspire to blind Man's erring judgment, and misguide the mind, What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
Side 106 - 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.
Side 38 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense ; Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows : But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, 370 The line too labours, and the words move slow ; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Side 166 - 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. What blessings Thy free bounty gives, Let me not cast away; For God is paid when man receives, T