The poetical works of Alexander Pope, ed. with notes and intr. memoir by A.W. Ward1869 |
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... rise to Pope's beautiful elegy . Another of these Families was that of the Fermors of Tusmore in Oxfordshire , of whom Miss Arabella Fermor was immortalised as Belinda in the Rape of the Lock . But a closer interest attached Pope to a ...
... rise to Pope's beautiful elegy . Another of these Families was that of the Fermors of Tusmore in Oxfordshire , of whom Miss Arabella Fermor was immortalised as Belinda in the Rape of the Lock . But a closer interest attached Pope to a ...
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... rise above the level of the remainder . The play was however damned on account of the extravagant nonsense of its last act , in which two lovers insert themselves respectively into the skins of a mummy and a crocodile . The Rehearsal ...
... rise above the level of the remainder . The play was however damned on account of the extravagant nonsense of its last act , in which two lovers insert themselves respectively into the skins of a mummy and a crocodile . The Rehearsal ...
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... rise , and haste to yonder woodbine bow'rs , A soft retreat from sudden vernal show'rs , The turf with rural dainties shall be crown'd , While op'ning blooms diffuse their sweets around . For see ! the gath'ring flocks to shelter tend ...
... rise , and haste to yonder woodbine bow'rs , A soft retreat from sudden vernal show'rs , The turf with rural dainties shall be crown'd , While op'ning blooms diffuse their sweets around . For see ! the gath'ring flocks to shelter tend ...
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... rise , And all things flourish where you turn your eyes1 . Oh ! how I long with you to pass my days , Invoke the Muses , and resound your praise ! Your praise the birds shall chant in ev'ry grove 2 , And winds shall waft it to the pow ...
... rise , And all things flourish where you turn your eyes1 . Oh ! how I long with you to pass my days , Invoke the Muses , and resound your praise ! Your praise the birds shall chant in ev'ry grove 2 , And winds shall waft it to the pow ...
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... rise Lose the low vales , and steal into the skies : While lab'ring oxen , spent with toil and heat , In their loose traces from the field retreat : While curling smokes from village - tops are seen , And the fleet shades glide o'er the ...
... rise Lose the low vales , and steal into the skies : While lab'ring oxen , spent with toil and heat , In their loose traces from the field retreat : While curling smokes from village - tops are seen , And the fleet shades glide o'er the ...
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Página 45 - 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.
Página 92 - 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.
Página 77 - Form a strong line about the silver bound, And guard the wide circumference around. 'Whatever spirit, careless of his charge, His post neglects, or leaves the fair at large, Shall feel sharp vengeance soon o'ertake his sins, Be...
Página 195 - Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar; Wait the great teacher Death; and God adore. What future bliss, he gives not thee to know, But gives that Hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never Is, but always To be blest; The soul, uneasy and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Página 235 - twould a Saint provoke, (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke) No, let a charming Chintz, and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — «<• And— Betty— give this Cheek a little Red.
Página 200 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent Spreads undivided, operates unspent, Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart, As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns; To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
Página 283 - Be no unpleasing melancholy mine : Me, let the tender office long engage, To rock the cradle of reposing age, With lenient arts extend a mother's breath. Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep awhile one parent from the sky ! On cares like these if length of days attend.
Página 57 - 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.
Página 277 - While wits and templars ev'ry sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise—- Who but must laugh, if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he ? What tho' my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaister'd posts, with claps, in capitals ? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers...
Página 58 - In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold; Alike fantastic, if too new, or old: Be not the first by whom the new are try'd, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.