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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... race of heroes once I knew , Such. Let me be deem'd the hateful cause of all , And fuffer , rather than my people fall . The prize , the beauteous prize , I will refign , So dearly valued , and fo juftly mine . But fince for common good ...
... race of heroes once I knew , Such. Let me be deem'd the hateful cause of all , And fuffer , rather than my people fall . The prize , the beauteous prize , I will refign , So dearly valued , and fo juftly mine . But fince for common good ...
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... race , Who , loft to fenfe of generous freedom paft , Are tam'd to wrongs , or this had been thy laft . Now by this facred fcepter hear me fwear , Which never more fall leaves or bloffoms bear , 310 305 Which fever'd from the trunk ( as ...
... race , Who , loft to fenfe of generous freedom paft , Are tam'd to wrongs , or this had been thy laft . Now by this facred fcepter hear me fwear , Which never more fall leaves or bloffoms bear , 310 305 Which fever'd from the trunk ( as ...
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... race of glory born , Great Jove in Juftice fhould this span adorn : Honour and fame at least the Thunderer ow'd , And ill he pays the promise of a God ; If yon proud monarch thus thy fon defies , Obfcures my glories , and refumes my ...
... race of glory born , Great Jove in Juftice fhould this span adorn : Honour and fame at least the Thunderer ow'd , And ill he pays the promise of a God ; If yon proud monarch thus thy fon defies , Obfcures my glories , and refumes my ...
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... race . Unhappy fon ! ( fair Thetis thus replies , While tears celeftial trickle from her eyes ) Why have I borne thee with a mother's throes , To fates averfe , and nurs'd for future woes ? So fhort a space the light of Heaven to view ...
... race . Unhappy fon ! ( fair Thetis thus replies , While tears celeftial trickle from her eyes ) Why have I borne thee with a mother's throes , To fates averfe , and nurs'd for future woes ? So fhort a space the light of Heaven to view ...
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... race ? Shall Troy , fhall Priam , and th ' adulterous spouse , 195 In peace enjoy the fruits of broken vows ? And bravest chiefs , in Helen's quarrel flain , Lie unreveng'd on yon detefted plain ? No let my Greeks , unmov'd by vain ...
... race ? Shall Troy , fhall Priam , and th ' adulterous spouse , 195 In peace enjoy the fruits of broken vows ? And bravest chiefs , in Helen's quarrel flain , Lie unreveng'd on yon detefted plain ? No let my Greeks , unmov'd by vain ...
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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...