The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, Volumen 2J. Nichol, 1856 |
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... once so much admired and so much abused as Pope . Some writers , destined to oblivion in after - ages , have been loaded with laurels in their own time ; while others , on whom Fame was one day to " wait like a menial , " have gone to ...
... once so much admired and so much abused as Pope . Some writers , destined to oblivion in after - ages , have been loaded with laurels in their own time ; while others , on whom Fame was one day to " wait like a menial , " have gone to ...
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... once bore it , and which old Caleb took up , dried , and placed in his bosom ! Nor are we sure that there are any objects so small or vulgar but what genius could extract poetry from them . In Pope's hands , indeed , the " clouded cane ...
... once bore it , and which old Caleb took up , dried , and placed in his bosom ! Nor are we sure that there are any objects so small or vulgar but what genius could extract poetry from them . In Pope's hands , indeed , the " clouded cane ...
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... once his museum of dunces is completed , with what dignity - the little tyrant that he was ! -does he march through it , and with what com- placency does he point to his slain and dried Dunces , and say , " Behold the work of my hands ...
... once his museum of dunces is completed , with what dignity - the little tyrant that he was ! -does he march through it , and with what com- placency does he point to his slain and dried Dunces , and say , " Behold the work of my hands ...
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... once explore , That instant ' tis his principle no more . Like following life through creatures you dissect , You lose it in the moment you detect . Yet more ; the difference is as great between The optics seeing , as the objects seen ...
... once explore , That instant ' tis his principle no more . Like following life through creatures you dissect , You lose it in the moment you detect . Yet more ; the difference is as great between The optics seeing , as the objects seen ...
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... once ( the character to save ) The plain rough hero turn a crafty knave ? Alas ! in truth the man but changed his mind , Perhaps was sick , in love , or had not dined . 35 97 110 120 " Charles : Charles V. — 2 Philip : ' Philip II . in ...
... once ( the character to save ) The plain rough hero turn a crafty knave ? Alas ! in truth the man but changed his mind , Perhaps was sick , in love , or had not dined . 35 97 110 120 " Charles : Charles V. — 2 Philip : ' Philip II . in ...
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Pasajes populares
Página 312 - In vain, they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die. Religion, blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. Nor public flame, nor private dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine Lo, thy dread empire, Chaos ! is restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word : Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall, And universal darkness buries all.
Página 311 - Night primeval and of Chaos old ! 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
Página 38 - To build, to plant, whatever you intend, To rear the column, or the arch to bend, To swell the terrace, or to sink the grot; In all, let Nature never be forgot.
Página 32 - Of mimic'd statesmen and their merry king. No wit to flatter left of all his store! No fool to laugh at, which he valued more. There, victor of his health, of fortune, friends, And fame, this lord of useless thousands ends.
Página 185 - 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.
Página 31 - But clear and artless pouring through the plain Health to the sick, and solace to the swain. Whose causeway parts the vale with shady rows ? Whose seats the weary traveller repose ? Who taught that heaven-directed spire to rise ? " The Man of Ross," each lisping babe replies. Behold the market-place with poor o'erspread ! The Man of Ross...
Página 296 - For thee we dim the eyes, and stuff the head With all such reading as was never read: For thee explain a thing till all men doubt it, And write about it, Goddess, and about it: So spins the silk-worm small its slender store, And labours till it clouds itself all o'er.
Página 13 - Why pique all mortals, yet affect a name? A fool to Pleasure, yet a slave to Fame: Now deep in Taylor and the Book of Martyrs, Now drinking citron with his Grace and Chartres : Now Conscience chills her, and now Passion burns; 65 And Atheism and Religion take their turns; A very Heathen in the carnal part, Yet still a sad, good Christian at her heart.
Página 20 - She, who ne'er answers till a husband cools, Or, if she rules him, never shows she rules; Charms by accepting, by submitting sways, Yet has her humour most, when she obeys...
Página 15 - No thought advances, but her eddy brain Whisks it about, and down it goes again. Full sixty years the world has been her trade, The wisest fool much time has ever made. From loveless youth to unrespected age, No passion gratified except her rage.