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Abelard ancient animals appears argument beauty believe blessed Bolingbroke called cause common couplet creatures critic death divine doctrine Dryden earth edition effect Epistle equal Essay evil expression eyes faith false follow force give hand happiness heart heav'n hope human idea Italy judgment kind kings language laws learned less letter light lines live Lock Lord mankind means mind moral nature never object observation once opinion original passage passion perfect person philosopher pleasure poem poet poetry Pope Pope's present pride principle Providence reason religion rest rise rules says seems sense shows soul speaks tell things thought tion translation true truth turn universal verse vice virtue WAKEFIELD Warburton Warton whole write
Page 460 - To know but this, that Thou art good, And that myself am blind; Yet gave me, in this dark estate, To see the good from ill; And binding Nature fast in fate, Left free the human will. 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.
Page 54 - 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, 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.
Page 157 - At every word a reputation dies. Snuff, or the fan, supply each pause of chat, With singing, laughing, ogling, and all that. Meanwhile, declining from the noon of day, The sun obliquely shoots his burning ray ; The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, And wretches hang, that jurymen may dine; The merchant from th* Exchange returns in peace, And the long labours of the toilet cease.
Page 153 - Or roll the planets through the boundless sky; Some less refined, beneath the moon's pale light Pursue the stars that shoot athwart the night, Or suck the mists in grosser air below, Or dip their pinions in the painted bow, Or brew fierce tempests on the wintry main, Or o'er the glebe distil the kindly rain.
Page 346 - The latent tracts, the giddy heights, explore Of all who blindly creep, or sightless soar; Eye Nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies, And catch the manners living as they rise ; , Laugh where we must, be candid where we can, But vindicate the ways of God to man.
Page 461 - If I am right, Thy grace impart Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, oh, teach my heart To find that better way!
Page 163 - T' inclose the lock; now joins it, to divide. Even then, before the fatal engine closed, A wretched sylph too fondly interposed; Fate urged the shears, and cut the sylph in twain (But airy substance soon unites again). The meeting points the sacred hair dissever From the fair head, for ever and for ever! Then flashed the living lightning from her eyes. And screams of horror rend th
Page 45 - A little learning is a dangerous thing ; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring ; There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, And drinking largely sobers us again.
Page 44 - 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. Whatever nature has in worth denied, She gives in large recruits of needful pride ; For as in bodies, thus in souls, we find What wants in blood and spirits, swelled with wind : Pride, where wit fails, steps in to our defence, And fills up all the mighty void of sense.