The Poetical Works of Alexander PopeA.L. Burt, 1890 - 550 pages |
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... father was ( he says himself ) of a good family , a made about twenty thousand pounds in trade - a ve siderable sum in those days ; his mother , Editha Po one of the Yorkshire Turners . Alexander was taught reading by an aunt ; and a or ...
... father was ( he says himself ) of a good family , a made about twenty thousand pounds in trade - a ve siderable sum in those days ; his mother , Editha Po one of the Yorkshire Turners . Alexander was taught reading by an aunt ; and a or ...
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... father had pur- chased , at Binfield in Windsor Forest . The hopes of Mr. Pope had , naturally , been cruelly disappointed when the king , who was of his own faith , fled , and Dutch William assumed the government wrested from his ...
... father had pur- chased , at Binfield in Windsor Forest . The hopes of Mr. Pope had , naturally , been cruelly disappointed when the king , who was of his own faith , fled , and Dutch William assumed the government wrested from his ...
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... father there lived , at that time , Sir William Trumbull or Trum- ball . IIe had been a statesman and an ambassador , but at sixty years of age , sought repose and quiet enjoyment in the country . The boy of genius was introduced to the ...
... father there lived , at that time , Sir William Trumbull or Trum- ball . IIe had been a statesman and an ambassador , but at sixty years of age , sought repose and quiet enjoyment in the country . The boy of genius was introduced to the ...
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... father's steadily diminishing hoard in the chest only allowed the old gentleman to give his gifted son a small allowance . Pope said that he wanted money even to buy books . Possessing in a great degree the common sense which ...
... father's steadily diminishing hoard in the chest only allowed the old gentleman to give his gifted son a small allowance . Pope said that he wanted money even to buy books . Possessing in a great degree the common sense which ...
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... critics in a new Dunciad . " But we wander from his Memoir . 66 Pope , soon after the publication of the " Iliad , " bought a villa at Twickenham for his life , and removed thither with his father and mother , to whom he was a.
... critics in a new Dunciad . " But we wander from his Memoir . 66 Pope , soon after the publication of the " Iliad , " bought a villa at Twickenham for his life , and removed thither with his father and mother , to whom he was a.
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Page 359 - Hark! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Page 189 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state : •> From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could. suffer being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play ? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Page 221 - Father of all! in every age, In every clime adored, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord! Thou Great First Cause, least understood, Who all my sense confined To know but this, that Thou art good, And that myself am blind...
Page 358 - Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
Page 273 - Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies. His wit all see-saw, between that and this, Now high, now low, now master up, now miss, And he himself one vile Antithesis.
Page 74 - The berries crackle, and the mill turns round; On shining altars of Japan they raise The silver lamp; the fiery spirits blaze: From silver spouts the grateful liquors glide, While China's earth receives the smoking tide: At once they gratify their scent and taste, And frequent cups prolong the rich repast.
Page 187 - AWAKE, my St John ! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of Man ; A mighty maze ! but not without a plan ; A wild, where weeds and flowers promiscuous shoot ; Or garden, tempting with forbidden fruit.
Page 184 - Before her, fancy's gilded clouds decay, And all its varying rainbows die away. Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires, The meteor drops, and in a flash expires. As one by one, at dread Medea's strain, The sick'ning stars fade off th' ethereal plain; As Argus
Page 85 - And hence th' egregious wizard shall foredoom The fate of Louis, and the fall of Rome. Then cease, bright nymph ! to mourn thy ravished hair, Which adds new glory to the shining sphere! Not all the tresses that fair head can boast, Shall draw such envy as the Lock you lost. For after all the murders of your eye, When, after millions slain, yourself shall die; When those fair suns shall set, as set they must, And all those tresses shall be laid in dust, This lock the Muse shall consecrate to fame,...
Page 193 - All matter quick, and bursting into birth. Above, how high, progressive life may go! Around, how wide! how deep extend below! Vast chain of Being! which from God began, Natures ethereal, human, angel, man, Beast, bird, fish, insect, what no eye can see, No glass can reach; from Infinite to thee, From thee to Nothing.