The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: In Four Volumes Complete. With His Last Corrections, Additions, and Improvements. Carefully Collated and Compared with Former Editions: Together with Notes from the Various Critics and CommentatorsEditor, and sold, 1778 |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 28
Página 9
... but not printed till 1709 . Sir William Trumbal was born in Windfor Foreft , to which he retreated after he had refigned the poft of Secretary of State to King William III . VOL . I. C Soon Soon as the flocks fhook off the nightly dews *
... but not printed till 1709 . Sir William Trumbal was born in Windfor Foreft , to which he retreated after he had refigned the poft of Secretary of State to King William III . VOL . I. C Soon Soon as the flocks fhook off the nightly dews *
Página 43
... Kings firft breath'd upon her winding fhore , Or raise old warriors , whofe ador❜d remains In weeping vaults her ... king the marble weeps , And faft befide him , once - fear'd § Edward fleeps : Whom not th ' extended Albion could ...
... Kings firft breath'd upon her winding fhore , Or raise old warriors , whofe ador❜d remains In weeping vaults her ... king the marble weeps , And faft befide him , once - fear'd § Edward fleeps : Whom not th ' extended Albion could ...
Página 101
... King who shows but half his face , And his refulgent Queen , with pow'rs combin'd , Of broken troops an easy conquest find . Clubs , Diamonds , Hearts , in wild disorder seen , With throngs promifcuous ftrow the level green . Thus when ...
... King who shows but half his face , And his refulgent Queen , with pow'rs combin'd , Of broken troops an easy conquest find . Clubs , Diamonds , Hearts , in wild disorder seen , With throngs promifcuous ftrow the level green . Thus when ...
Página 112
... , who in his Almanacks every year , never failed to predict the downfall of the Pope , and the King of France , then at war with the English . And And hence th ' egregious wizard shall foredoom The fate 112 The RAPE of the LOCK .
... , who in his Almanacks every year , never failed to predict the downfall of the Pope , and the King of France , then at war with the English . And And hence th ' egregious wizard shall foredoom The fate 112 The RAPE of the LOCK .
Página 174
... king : Bright as the rifing fun , in fummer's day , And fresh and blooming as the month of May ! The joyful knight furvey'd her by his fide , Nor envy'd Paris with the Spartan bride : Still as his mind revolv'd with vaft delight 335 340 ...
... king : Bright as the rifing fun , in fummer's day , And fresh and blooming as the month of May ! The joyful knight furvey'd her by his fide , Nor envy'd Paris with the Spartan bride : Still as his mind revolv'd with vaft delight 335 340 ...
Otras ediciones - Ver todo
Términos y frases comunes
beft bleffing bleft breaft cauſe charms crown'd Dæmons Dryope e'er eaſe Eclogues Eteocles ev'n ev'ry eyes facred faid fair fame fate fatire feem fenfe fhades fhall fhining fhould fide fighs filent filver fince fing fire firft firſt fix'd fkies flain flame fleep flow'rs foft fome fool foon forefts foul fpring ftands ftate ftill ftreams fuch fung fure fwell grace groves happineſs heart heav'n himſelf honour huſband itſelf juft king laft laſt lefs loft lord moft Mufe mufic muft muſt nature night numbers nymph o'er paffion Phoebus plain pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure poet pow'r praiſe pride rage raiſe reafon reft reign rife Sappho ſcene ſenſe ſhade ſhall ſhe ſkies ſky ſpread ſtill Sylphs tears Thebes thee thefe Theocritus theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro trembling Twas uſe virtue whofe whoſe wife youth
Pasajes populares
Página 57 - 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 256 - What modes of sight betwixt each wide extreme, The mole's dim curtain, and the lynx's beam : Of smell, the headlong lioness between, And hound sagacious on the tainted green ; Of hearing, from the life that fills the flood, To that which warbles through the vernal wood. The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine ! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line...
Página 337 - 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 101 - What boots the regal circle on his head, His giant limbs, in state unwieldy spread; That long behind he trails his pompous robe, And, of all monarchs, only grasps the globe? The baron now his diamonds pours apace; Th...
Página 288 - Pursues that chain which links th' immense design, Joins heav'n and earth, and mortal and divine; Sees, that no being any bliss can know, But touches some above, and some below; Learns, from this union of the rising whole, The first, last purpose of the human soul; And knows where faith, law, morals, all began, All end, in love of God, and love of man.
Página 294 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe.
Página 284 - Go ! if your ancient, but ignoble blood Has crept through scoundrels ever since the flood, Go ! and pretend your family is young, Nor own your fathers have been fools so long. What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards ? Alas ! not all the blood of all the Howards. Look next on greatness : say where greatness lies, Where, but among the heroes and the wise...
Página 92 - And decks the goddess with the glittering spoil. This casket India's glowing gems unlocks, And all Arabia breathes from yonder box. The tortoise here and elephant unite, Transform'd to combs, the speckled and the white.
Página 279 - Parnassian laurels yield, Or reap'd in iron harvests of the field ? • Where grows ? — where grows it not? If vain our toil, We ought to blame the culture, not the soil...
Página 330 - In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half-hung, The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, On once a flock-bed, but repair'd with straw, With tape-tied curtains, never meant to draw, The George and Garter dangling from that bed Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red, Great Villiers lies — alas!