The poetical works of Alexander Pope. With his last corrections, additions, and improvements. From the text of dr. Warburton. With the life of the author [by T. Cibber].C. Cooke, Paternoster Row, 1807 - English poetry |
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... lost his mother , not by an unexpected death , for she had lasted to the age of ninety - thrce ; but she did not die unlamented . The filial piety of Pope was in the highest degree amiable and exemplary ; his parents had the happiness ...
... lost his mother , not by an unexpected death , for she had lasted to the age of ninety - thrce ; but she did not die unlamented . The filial piety of Pope was in the highest degree amiable and exemplary ; his parents had the happiness ...
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... lost ! O let my Muse her slender rced inspire , Till in your native shades you tune the lyre : So when the nightingale to rest removes , The thrush may chant to the forsaken groves . But charm'd to silence , listens while she sings ...
... lost ! O let my Muse her slender rced inspire , Till in your native shades you tune the lyre : So when the nightingale to rest removes , The thrush may chant to the forsaken groves . But charm'd to silence , listens while she sings ...
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... lost love deplores , And with deep murmur fills the sounding shores ; Thus , far from Delia , to the winds I mourn , Alike unheard , unpity'd , and forlorn .. Go , gentle Gales , and bear my sighs along ! For her , the feather'd quires ...
... lost love deplores , And with deep murmur fills the sounding shores ; Thus , far from Delia , to the winds I mourn , Alike unheard , unpity'd , and forlorn .. Go , gentle Gales , and bear my sighs along ! For her , the feather'd quires ...
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... lost my heart while I preserv'd my sheep ? 80 Pan came , and ask'd , " What magic caused my smart , Or what ill eyes malignant glances dart ? ” What eyes but her's , alas , have pow'r to move ? And is there magic but what dwells in love ...
... lost my heart while I preserv'd my sheep ? 80 Pan came , and ask'd , " What magic caused my smart , Or what ill eyes malignant glances dart ? ” What eyes but her's , alas , have pow'r to move ? And is there magic but what dwells in love ...
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... lost . Here shall I try the sweet Alexis ' strain , That call'd the list'ning Dryads to the plain ? Thames heard the numbers , as he flow'd along , And bade his willows learn the moving song . 11 16 . Lyc . So may kind rains their vital ...
... lost . Here shall I try the sweet Alexis ' strain , That call'd the list'ning Dryads to the plain ? Thames heard the numbers , as he flow'd along , And bade his willows learn the moving song . 11 16 . Lyc . So may kind rains their vital ...
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Adrastus ancient appear Balaam bear beauty Behold bless bless'd bliss blood breast bright charms critics crown'd Cynthus dæmon dame delight Dryden Dryope Dunciad e'er earth Eclogues Eteocles eternal ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fix'd flame flow'rs fools fury genius give glory gnome gods grace groves hair happiness heart Heav'n honour Iliad Jove kind king learn'd light live lord Lord Bolingbroke maid mankind mind mournful Muse nature never night numbers nymph o'er once passion Phaon Phoebus plain pleas'd pleasure poem poets Polynices Pope Pope's pow'r praise pride rage reason reign rise sacred Sappho self-love sense shade shine sighs sing skies soft soul spread spring swain sylphs tears Thalestris Thebes thee Theocritus things thou thought trees trembling Twas Tydeus Vertumnus Virg Virgil virgin virtue wife winds wise wretched youth
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Page 90 - The little engine on his fingers' ends; This just behind Belinda's neck he spread, As o'er the fragrant steams she bends her head. Swift to the Lock a thousand Sprites repair...
Page 124 - 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.
Page 125 - Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...
Page 156 - To man's low passions, or their glorious ends, Teach me, like thee, in various nature wise, To fall with dignity, with temper rise; Form'd by thy converse, happily to steer, From grave to gay, from lively to severe ; Correct with spirit, eloquent with ease, Intent to reason, or polite to please.
Page 100 - Tis hard to say if greater want of skill Appear in writing or in judging ill ; But of the two less dangerous is th' offence To tire our patience than mislead our sense : Some few in that, but numbers err in this, Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss ; A fool might once himself alone expose, Now one in verse makes many more in prose.
Page 164 - Perhaps prosperity becalm'd his breast, Perhaps the wind just shifted from the east. Not therefore humble he who seeks retreat ; Pride guides his steps, and bids him shun the great.
Page 130 - 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!
Page 166 - Wharton, the scorn and wonder of our days, Whose ruling passion was the lust of praise: Born with whate'er could win it from the wise, Women and fools must like him or he dies; Though wondering senates hung on all he spoke, The club must hail him master of the joke.
Page 139 - replies a pamper'd goose : And just as short of reason he must fall, Who thinks all made for one, not one for all.
Page 128 - Were we to press, inferior might on ours; Or in the full creation leave a void, Where, one step broken, the great scale's destroy'd: From Nature's chain whatever link you strike, Tenth, or ten thousandth, breaks the chain alike. And, if each system in gradation roll Alike essential to th' amazing whole, The least confusion but in one, not all That system only, but the whole must fall.