The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: In Nine Volumes Complete, with His Last Corrections, Additions, and Improvements, as They Were Delivered to the Editor a Little Before His Death, Together with the Commentary and Notes of Mr. Warburton, Volumen 1A. Millar, J. and R. Tonson, C. Bathurst, R. Baldwin, W. Johnston, J. Richardson, B. Law, S. Crowder, T. Longman, T. Field, and T. Caslon, 1760 |
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... whose numbers glide along So fmooth , no thought e'er interrupts the fong : Laboriously enervate they appear , And write not to the head , but to the ear : 10 Our minds unmov'd and unconcern'd they lull , And are ( xxvi )
... whose numbers glide along So fmooth , no thought e'er interrupts the fong : Laboriously enervate they appear , And write not to the head , but to the ear : 10 Our minds unmov'd and unconcern'd they lull , And are ( xxvi )
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... Whose dull brown Naiads ever sleep in mud . Yet here Content can dwell , and learned Eafe , A Friend delight me , and an Author please ; Ev'n here I fing , when POPE fupplies the theme , Shew my own love , tho ' not increase his fame ...
... Whose dull brown Naiads ever sleep in mud . Yet here Content can dwell , and learned Eafe , A Friend delight me , and an Author please ; Ev'n here I fing , when POPE fupplies the theme , Shew my own love , tho ' not increase his fame ...
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... whose alter'd state Has felt the worst severity of Fate : 20 Not that Barbarian hands her Fafces broke , 25 And bow'd her haughty neck beneath their yoke ; Nor that her palaces to earth are thrown , Her Cities desert , and her fields ...
... whose alter'd state Has felt the worst severity of Fate : 20 Not that Barbarian hands her Fafces broke , 25 And bow'd her haughty neck beneath their yoke ; Nor that her palaces to earth are thrown , Her Cities desert , and her fields ...
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... whose pious hand has paid These grateful rites to my attentive shade , When thou shalt breathe thy happy native air , To Pope this meffage from his Master bear : 50 " Great Bard , whofe numbers I myself inspire , To whom I gave my own ...
... whose pious hand has paid These grateful rites to my attentive shade , When thou shalt breathe thy happy native air , To Pope this meffage from his Master bear : 50 " Great Bard , whofe numbers I myself inspire , To whom I gave my own ...
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... after all , if they have any merit , it is to be attributed to fome good old Authors , whose works as I had leifure to ftudy , fo I hope I have not wanted care to imitate . 1 SPRIN G. THE FIRST PASTORAL , D A OR MO 58 A DISCOURSE , & c .
... after all , if they have any merit , it is to be attributed to fome good old Authors , whose works as I had leifure to ftudy , fo I hope I have not wanted care to imitate . 1 SPRIN G. THE FIRST PASTORAL , D A OR MO 58 A DISCOURSE , & c .
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againſt ancient Author beauty becauſe beſt boaſt breaſt caufe cauſe COMMENTARY confifts Critic Cynthus Dæmons DAPHNI deferve eaſe Eclogue ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafe faid fair falfe fame fate fatire fecond feem fenfe fhade fhall fhews fhining fide fighs filver fince fing firft firſt flow'rs foft fome foon foreft fpirit ftill fubject fuch fung Genius Gnome grace groves heav'n himſelf Homer IMITATIONS infpire itſelf judge judgment juft juſt laft laſt lefs moſt Mufe Mufic Muſe muſt Nature NOTES numbers nymph o'er obferves occafion paffions Paftoral paſt pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure poem Poet Poet's Poetry pow'r praiſe pride Quintilian raiſe reafon reft rife riſe ſcene ſeem ſenſe ſhades ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhore ſhould ſkies ſpread ſpring ſtill ſtrain ſtreams Sylphs thee thefe themſelves Theocritus theſe thofe thoſe thou thro true Umbriel uſe VARIATIONS verfe Virg Virgil whofe whoſe write
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Página 243 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide: If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.
Página 146 - 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 261 - For, that sad moment, when the sylphs withdrew^ And Ariel weeping from Belinda flew, Umbriel, a dusky, melancholy sprite, As ever sullied the fair face of light, Down to the central earth, his proper scene, Repair'd to search the gloomy cave of Spleen.
Página 253 - The rebel Knave, who dares his prince engage, Proves the just victim of his royal rage.
Página 186 - Some to Conceit alone their taste confine, And glitt'ring thoughts struck out at ev'ry line; 290 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, 295 And hide with ornaments their want of art.
Página 245 - Their fluid bodies half dissolv'd in light. Loose to the wind their airy garments flew, Thin glitt'ring textures of the filmy dew, Dipt in the richest tincture of the skies, Where light disports in ever-mingling dyes, While ev'ry beam new transient colours flings, Colours that change whene'er they wave their wings.
Página 236 - Soft yielding minds to Water glide away, And sip, with Nymphs, their elemental Tea. The graver Prude sinks downward to a Gnome, In search of mischief still on Earth to roam. The light Coquettes in Sylphs aloft repair, And sport and flutter in the fields of Air.
Página 254 - He springs to vengeance with an eager pace, And falls like thunder on the prostrate ace. The nymph exulting fills with shouts the sky...
Página 98 - The swain in barren deserts with surprise Sees lilies spring, and sudden verdure rise ; And starts, amidst the thirsty wilds to hear New falls of water murmuring in his ear. On rifted rocks, the dragon's late abodes, The green reed trembles, and the bulrush nods.
Página 262 - Here living tea-pots stand, one arm held out, One bent ; the handle this, and that the spout...