The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: In Four Volumes. Collated with the Best Editions:Printed at the Stanhope Press, by Charles Whittingham, ... for J. Sharpe; and sold by W. Suttaby, 1808 |
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... half the mountain rolls into a wall : There might you see the lengthening spires ascend , The domes swell up , the widening arches bend , The growing towers , like exhalations , rise , And the huge columns heave into the skies . The ...
... half the mountain rolls into a wall : There might you see the lengthening spires ascend , The domes swell up , the widening arches bend , The growing towers , like exhalations , rise , And the huge columns heave into the skies . The ...
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... half describe the grace ( Though god of gardens ) of this charming place : A place to tire the rambling wits of France In long descriptions , and exceed romance : Enough to shame the gentlest bard that sings Of painted meadows , and of ...
... half describe the grace ( Though god of gardens ) of this charming place : A place to tire the rambling wits of France In long descriptions , and exceed romance : Enough to shame the gentlest bard that sings Of painted meadows , and of ...
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... half the night was thus consum'd in vain , Provok'd to vengeance , three large leaves I tore , And with one buffet fell'd him on the floor . With that my husband in a fury rose , And down he settled me with hearty blows . I groan'd ...
... half the night was thus consum'd in vain , Provok'd to vengeance , three large leaves I tore , And with one buffet fell'd him on the floor . With that my husband in a fury rose , And down he settled me with hearty blows . I groan'd ...
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... half - a - crown , Just writes to make his barrenness appear , [ year ; And strains from hard - bound brains eight lines a He who still wanting , though he lives on theft , Steals much , spends little , yet has nothing left ; And he who ...
... half - a - crown , Just writes to make his barrenness appear , [ year ; And strains from hard - bound brains eight lines a He who still wanting , though he lives on theft , Steals much , spends little , yet has nothing left ; And he who ...
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... Half froth , half venom , spits himself abroad , In puns , or politics , or tales , or lies , Or spite , or smut , or rhymes , or blasphemies ; His wit all see - saw between that and this , Now high , now low , now master up , now miss ...
... Half froth , half venom , spits himself abroad , In puns , or politics , or tales , or lies , Or spite , or smut , or rhymes , or blasphemies ; His wit all see - saw between that and this , Now high , now low , now master up , now miss ...
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Página 78 - With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep a while one parent from the sky...
Página 76 - Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys: So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
Página 178 - See Mystery to Mathematics fly : 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 67 - TWIT'NAM, and in humble strain Apply to me, to keep them mad or vain. Arthur, whose giddy son neglects the Laws, Imputes to me and my damn'd works the cause : Poor Cornus sees his frantic wife elope, And curses Wit, and Poetry, and Pope.
Página 129 - True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
Página 76 - A cherub's face, a reptile all the rest; Beauty that shocks you, parts that none will trust, Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.
Página 70 - And, when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write? what sin to me unknown Dipp'd me in ink, my parents', or my own? As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.
Página 68 - I'm all submission ; what you'd have it, make it." Three things another's modest wishes bound, My friendship, and a prologue, and ten pound. Pitholeon sends to me : " You know his grace : I want a patron ; ask him for a place.
Página 72 - Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease : Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk...
Página 126 - He stuck to poverty with peace of mind ; And me, the Muses help'd to undergo it ; Convict a papist he, and I a poet. But (thanks to Homer) since I live and thrive, Indebted to no prince or peer alive ; Sure I should want the care of ten Monroes,3 If I would scribble rather than repose.