The whole poetical works of Alexander Pope, Esq., including his translations of Homer's Iliad and OdysseyA. Miller, 1800 - English poetry |
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... breast . Distracting thoughts by turns his bofom rul'd , Now fir'd by wrath , and now by reafon cool'd : That prompts his hand to draw his deadly fword , 255 Force through the Greeks , and pierce their haughty lord : 195 This whispers ...
... breast . Distracting thoughts by turns his bofom rul'd , Now fir'd by wrath , and now by reafon cool'd : That prompts his hand to draw his deadly fword , 255 Force through the Greeks , and pierce their haughty lord : 195 This whispers ...
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... breast conceal'd , Not fo repuls'd , the Goddefs clofer prest , Still grafp'd his knees , and urg'd the dear re- quest : 665 O fire of Gods and men ! thy fuppliant hear ; Refuse , or grant ; for what has Jove to fear ? Or , oh declare ...
... breast conceal'd , Not fo repuls'd , the Goddefs clofer prest , Still grafp'd his knees , and urg'd the dear re- quest : 665 O fire of Gods and men ! thy fuppliant hear ; Refuse , or grant ; for what has Jove to fear ? Or , oh declare ...
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... breast : Friends and confederates ! with attentive ear Receive my words , and credit what you hear . 70 Late as flumber'd in the fhades of night , A dream divine appear'd before my fight , Whose visionary form like Nestor came , The ...
... breast : Friends and confederates ! with attentive ear Receive my words , and credit what you hear . 70 Late as flumber'd in the fhades of night , A dream divine appear'd before my fight , Whose visionary form like Nestor came , The ...
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... breast , With the huge fhield each brawny arm depreft , Each aching nerve refufe the lance to throw , And each spent courfer at the chariot blow . Who dares , inglorious , in his fhips to stay , Who dares to tremble on this fignal day ...
... breast , With the huge fhield each brawny arm depreft , Each aching nerve refufe the lance to throw , And each spent courfer at the chariot blow . Who dares , inglorious , in his fhips to stay , Who dares to tremble on this fignal day ...
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... breast in vain . His troops in forty fhips Podarces led , 1phiclus ' fon , and brother to the dead ; Nor he unworthy to command the hoft ; Yet ftill they mourn'd their ancient leader loft . The men who Glaphyra's fair foil partake ...
... breast in vain . His troops in forty fhips Podarces led , 1phiclus ' fon , and brother to the dead ; Nor he unworthy to command the hoft ; Yet ftill they mourn'd their ancient leader loft . The men who Glaphyra's fair foil partake ...
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Page 309 - For, that sad moment, when the sylphs withdrew, And Ariel weeping from Belinda flew, Umbriel, a dusky, melancholy sprite, As ever sullied the fair face of light, Down to the central earth, his proper scene, Repair'd to search the gloomy cave of Spleen.
Page 6 - Homer was the greater genius, Virgil the better artist. In one, we most admire the man ; in the other, the work: Homer hurries and transports us with a commanding impetuosity ; Virgil leads us with an attractive majesty...
Page 317 - Ev'n here, where frozen chastity retires, Love finds an altar for forbidden fires. I ought to grieve, but cannot what I ought; I mourn the lover, not lament the fault; I view my crime, but kindle at the view...
Page 301 - Some to Conceit alone their taste confine, And glitt'ring thoughts struck out at ev'ry line; Pleas'd with a work where nothing's just or fit; One glaring Chaos and wild heap of wit. Poets, like painters, thus, unskill'd to trace The naked nature and the living grace, With gold and jewels cover ev'ry part, And hide with ornaments their want of art.
Page 376 - A cherub's face, a reptile all the rest; Beauty that shocks you, parts that none will trust, Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.
Page 355 - Is it for thee the lark ascends and sings? Joy tunes his voice, joy elevates his wings. Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat ? Loves of his own and raptures swell the note.
Page 394 - Seen him, unencumbered with the venal tribe, Smile without art, and win without a bribe. Would he oblige me? let me only find He does not think me what he thinks mankind.
Page 308 - Soon as she spreads her hand, th' aerial guard Descend, and sit on each important card: First Ariel perched upon a Matadore, Then each, according to the rank they bore; For Sylphs, yet mindful of their ancient race, 35 Are, as when women, wondrous fond of place.
Page 312 - 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 361 - The centre mov'd, 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 ; Wide and more wide, th...