The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: With His Last Corrections, Additions, and Improvements. From the Text of Dr. Warburton. With the Life of the Author ...W. Durrell, 1812 |
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... spouse remains , Augments his joys , or mitigates his pains . But what so pure which envious tongues will spare ? Some wicked wits have libell'd all the fair . With matchless impudence they style a wife The dear - 40 JANUARY AND MAY .
... spouse remains , Augments his joys , or mitigates his pains . But what so pure which envious tongues will spare ? Some wicked wits have libell'd all the fair . With matchless impudence they style a wife The dear - 40 JANUARY AND MAY .
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... spouse , As flesh is frail , and who ( God help me ) knows ? Then should I live in lewd adultery , 115 And sink downright to Satan when I die : Or were I curs'd with an unfruitful bed , The righteous end were lost for which I wed ; To ...
... spouse , As flesh is frail , and who ( God help me ) knows ? Then should I live in lewd adultery , 115 And sink downright to Satan when I die : Or were I curs'd with an unfruitful bed , The righteous end were lost for which I wed ; To ...
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... spouse with wanton play , And feebly sung a lusty roundelay : Then on the couch his weary limbs he cast ; For ev'ry labour must have rest at last . But anxious cares the pensive Squire opprest , Sleep fled his eyes , and peace forsook ...
... spouse with wanton play , And feebly sung a lusty roundelay : Then on the couch his weary limbs he cast ; For ev'ry labour must have rest at last . But anxious cares the pensive Squire opprest , Sleep fled his eyes , and peace forsook ...
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... spouse ere matin bell was rung , And thus his morning canticle he sung . Awake , my love , disclose thy radiant eyes : Arise , my wife , my beauteous lady rìse ! 525 Hear how the doves with pensive notes complain , And in soft murmurs ...
... spouse ere matin bell was rung , And thus his morning canticle he sung . Awake , my love , disclose thy radiant eyes : Arise , my wife , my beauteous lady rìse ! 525 Hear how the doves with pensive notes complain , And in soft murmurs ...
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... spouse , nor think thy lord unkind ; ' Tis love , not jealousy , that fires my mind : For when thy charms my sober thoughts engage , And join'd to them my own unequal age , 565 570 From thy dear side I have no pow'r to part 60 JANUARY ...
... spouse , nor think thy lord unkind ; ' Tis love , not jealousy , that fires my mind : For when thy charms my sober thoughts engage , And join'd to them my own unequal age , 565 570 From thy dear side I have no pow'r to part 60 JANUARY ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ancient arms bard beauty Belinda bliss bold Carthusian catch the lightning charms court critics cry'd dæmon divine Dryope Dulness e'er Eurydice ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame Fate fear fire flame flow'rs folly fools gen'rous genius giv'n glory gnome grace hair hear heart heav'n hell Heraclitus honour immortal judgment king knave Knight Latium laws learn'd learning lord mankind meads of asphodel merit mighty mind Muse Muse's ne'er numbers nymph o'er once painted passions pleas'd poet's poets pow'r prais'd praise pray'r pride proud rage rev'rend rise rules sacred Satire SATIRE IV Satire's sense shade shame shine sins skies smile soft soul spleen spouse sung sure sylphs Thalestris thee things thou thought thro tongue trembling true truth Twas Umbriel vice vile virtue Virtue's Whig whore wife win widows wing wise write youth
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Página 113 - The 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 : When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow ; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Página 108 - While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind ; But more...
Página 107 - A little learning is a dangerous thing ; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring : There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, And drinking largely sobers us again.
Página 16 - Or roll the planets through the boundless sky. Some less refin'd, beneath the moon's pale light Pursue the stars that shoot athwart the night, Or suck the mists in grosser air below, Or dip their pinions in the painted bow, Or brew fierce tempests on the wintry main, Or o'er the glebe distil the kindly rain.
Página 113 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The 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.
Página 208 - Yes, I am proud ; I must be proud to see Men, not afraid of God, afraid of me ; Safe from the bar, the pulpit, and the throne, Yet touch'd and sham'd by ridicule alone.
Página 35 - Now Jove suspends his golden scales in air, Weighs the men's wits against the lady's hair; The doubtful beam long nods from side to side; At length the wits mount up, the hairs subside. See fierce Belinda on the baron flies, With more than usual lightning in her eyes: Nor fear'd the chief th' unequal fight to try, Who sought no more than on his foe to die.
Página 13 - 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.
Página 19 - Who gave the ball, or paid the visit last; One speaks the glory of the British queen, And one describes a charming Indian screen; A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes; At every word a reputation dies.
Página 110 - Some to conceit alone their taste confine, And glittering thoughts struck out at every line ; Pleased 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 every part, And hide with ornaments their want of art.