The poetical works of Alexander Pope, with a life, by A. Dyce, Volum 31863 |
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Side 8
... lives on syllables , E'en such small critics some regard may claim , Preserv'd in Milton's or in Shakspeare's name . Pretty in amber to observe the forms Of hairs , or straws , or dirt , or grubs , or worms ! The things , we know , are ...
... lives on syllables , E'en such small critics some regard may claim , Preserv'd in Milton's or in Shakspeare's name . Pretty in amber to observe the forms Of hairs , or straws , or dirt , or grubs , or worms ! The things , we know , are ...
Side 9
... lives on theft , Steals much , spends little , yet has nothing left ; And he who now to sense , now nonsense , leaning ... live with ease ; Should such a man , too fond to rule alone , Bear , like the Turk , no brother near the throne ...
... lives on theft , Steals much , spends little , yet has nothing left ; And he who now to sense , now nonsense , leaning ... live with ease ; Should such a man , too fond to rule alone , Bear , like the Turk , no brother near the throne ...
Side 11
... live my own , and die so too ! ( To live and die is all I have to do ) : Maintain a poet's dignity and ease , And see what OF POPE . 11.
... live my own , and die so too ! ( To live and die is all I have to do ) : Maintain a poet's dignity and ease , And see what OF POPE . 11.
Side 17
... live , and thus to die ! Who sprung from kings shall know less joy than I. O friend ! may each domestic bliss be thine ! Be no unpleasing melancholy mine : Me , let the tender office long engage To rock the cradle of reposing age , With ...
... live , and thus to die ! Who sprung from kings shall know less joy than I. O friend ! may each domestic bliss be thine ! Be no unpleasing melancholy mine : Me , let the tender office long engage To rock the cradle of reposing age , With ...
Side 24
... live , no rich or noble knave Shall walk the world in credit to his grave : To Virtue only and her friends a friend , The world beside may murmur or commend . Know , all the distant din that world can keep , Rolls o'er my grotto , and ...
... live , no rich or noble knave Shall walk the world in credit to his grave : To Virtue only and her friends a friend , The world beside may murmur or commend . Know , all the distant din that world can keep , Rolls o'er my grotto , and ...
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Populære avsnitt
Side 8 - 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 blasphemies.
Side 8 - 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.
Side 352 - See Mystery to Mathematics fly ! In vain ! they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die. Religion, blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine! Lo! thy dread empire, Chaos! is restor'd; Light dies before thy uncreating word: Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall; And universal darkness buries all.
Side 352 - Argus' eyes, by Hermes' wand opprest, Clos'd one by one to everlasting rest; Thus at her felt approach, and secret might, Art after Art goes out, and all is Night: See skulking Truth to her old cavern fled, Mountains of Casuistry heap'd o'er her head!
Side 135 - Berkshire, •This modest stone, what few vain marbles can, May truly say, Here lies an honest man : A poet, blest beyond the poet's fate, Whom Heaven kept sacred from the Proud and Great : Foe to loud praise, and friend to learned ease, Content with science in the vale of peace.
Side 129 - Yet soft his nature, though severe his lay, His anger moral, and his wisdom gay. Blest satirist ! who touch'd the mean so true, As show'd, vice had his hate and pity too. Blest courtier ! who could king and country please, Yet sacred keep his friendships, and his ease. Blest peer ! his great forefathers...
Side 72 - Bright through the rubbish of some hundred years ; Command old words, that Ion*; have slept, to wake, Words that wise Bacon or brave Raleigh spake ; Or bid the new be English ages hence (For use will father what's begot by sense); Pour the full tide of eloquence along, Serenely pure, and yet divinely strong, Rich with the treasures of each foreign tongue...