The British poets, including translations, Volumen 411822 |
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... sound , And worlds applaud that must not yet be found ! O may some spark of your celestial fire The last , the meanest , of your sons inspire , ( That on weak wings , from far , pursues your flights , Glows while he reads , but trembles ...
... sound , And worlds applaud that must not yet be found ! O may some spark of your celestial fire The last , the meanest , of your sons inspire , ( That on weak wings , from far , pursues your flights , Glows while he reads , but trembles ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... sounds and jingling syllables grown old , Still run on poets , in a raging vein , E'en to the dregs and squeezings of the brain , Strain out the last dull droppings of their sense , And rhyme with all the rage of impotence ! Such ...
... sounds and jingling syllables grown old , Still run on poets , in a raging vein , E'en to the dregs and squeezings of the brain , Strain out the last dull droppings of their sense , And rhyme with all the rage of impotence ! Such ...
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... , And gods of conquerors , slaves of subjects , made : She , midst the lightning's blaze and thunder's sound , When rock'd the mountains , and when groan'd the ground , She taught the weak to bend , the proud to 58 EP . III . ESSAY ON MAN .
... , And gods of conquerors , slaves of subjects , made : She , midst the lightning's blaze and thunder's sound , When rock'd the mountains , and when groan'd the ground , She taught the weak to bend , the proud to 58 EP . III . ESSAY ON MAN .
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... sounds to things , from fancy to the heart ; For Wit's false mirror held up Nature's light , Show'd erring Pride - whatever is , is right ; That reason , passion , answer one great aim ; That true self - love and social are the same ...
... sounds to things , from fancy to the heart ; For Wit's false mirror held up Nature's light , Show'd erring Pride - whatever is , is right ; That reason , passion , answer one great aim ; That true self - love and social are the same ...
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ALEXANDER POPE ANTISTROPHE Balaam Bavius beauty behold bless'd blessing bliss breast breath Cæsar Catiline charms cried crown'd cursed dame dear death divine Dunciad e'en e'er ease envy EPISTLE Eurydice eyes fair fame fate fire fix'd flame fool gentle give GODFREY KNELLER gold grace happiness hate heart Heaven honour join'd kings knave knight learn'd learning live lord Lord Bolingbroke lyre man's mankind mind mortal Muse Nature Nature's ne'er never numbers nymph o'er once pain Parnassian parterre pass'd passion Phryné pleased pleasure poet Pope praise pride Procris proud rage reason rest rise rules sage Sappho Self-love SEMICHORUS sense shade shine sigh skies SMIL soft Sophonisba soul spouse taste tears tell thee thine things thou thought true truth Twas tyrant Vex'd virtue WESTMINSTER ABBEY whate'er whole wife wise youth
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Página 32 - 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.
Página 6 - Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss ; A fool might once himself alone expose, Now one in verse makes many more in prose. 'Tis with our judgments as our watches, none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
Página 126 - The world recedes ; it disappears ; Heaven opens on my eyes ; my ears With sounds seraphic ring : Lend, lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly ! O grave ! where is thy victory ? O death ! where is thy sting...
Página 8 - First follow Nature, and your judgment frame By her just standard, which is still the same: Unerring Nature! still divinely bright, One clear, unchang'd, and universal light, Life, force, and beauty, must to all impart, At once the source, and end, and test of art. Art from that fund each just supply provides; Works without show, and without pomp presides : In some fair body thus th...
Página 12 - If once right reason drives that cloud away, Truth breaks upon us with resistless day. Trust not yourself; but your defects to know Make use of every friend — and every foe.
Página 15 - Words are like leaves ; and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.
Página 56 - Go, from the creatures thy instructions take: Learn from the birds what food the thickets yield, Learn from the beasts the physic of the field; Thy arts of building from the bee receive; Learn of the mole to plough, the worm to weave ; Learn of the little nautilus to sail, Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale.
Página 36 - Better for us, perhaps, it might appear, Were there all harmony, all virtue here; That never air or ocean felt the wind. That never passion discomposed the mind. But all subsists by elemental strife ; And passions are the elements of life.
Página 39 - 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.
Página 36 - Annual for me the grape, the rose renew, The juice nectareous and the balmy dew ; For me the mine a thousand treasures brings ; For me health gushes from a thousand springs ; Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise ; My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.