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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Not frantic mothers when their infants die , With louder clamours rend the vaulted
sky : He cried , he roar ' d , he stormd , he tore his hair ; Death ! hell ! and furies !
what dost thou do there ? ! " What ails my lord ? the trembling dame replied , • I ...
Not frantic mothers when their infants die , With louder clamours rend the vaulted
sky : He cried , he roar ' d , he stormd , he tore his hair ; Death ! hell ! and furies !
what dost thou do there ? ! " What ails my lord ? the trembling dame replied , • I ...
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I groan ' d , and lay extended on my side ; Oh ! thou hast slain me for my wealth , '
I cried : ( Yet I forgive thee - take my last embrace He wept , kind soul ! and stoop '
d to kiss my face : I took him such a box aš turo ' d him blue , Then sigh ' d and ...
I groan ' d , and lay extended on my side ; Oh ! thou hast slain me for my wealth , '
I cried : ( Yet I forgive thee - take my last embrace He wept , kind soul ! and stoop '
d to kiss my face : I took him such a box aš turo ' d him blue , Then sigh ' d and ...
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A weasel once made shift to slink In at a corn - loft through a chiuk , But having
amply stuifd his skin , Could not get out as he got in ; Which one belonging to the
house ( ' Twas not a man , it was a mouse , ) Observing , cried , “ You ' scape not
...
A weasel once made shift to slink In at a corn - loft through a chiuk , But having
amply stuifd his skin , Could not get out as he got in ; Which one belonging to the
house ( ' Twas not a man , it was a mouse , ) Observing , cried , “ You ' scape not
...
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Once ( and but once ) I canght him in a lie , And then , unwhip ' d , he had the
grace to cry : The fanlt he bas 1 fairly shall reveal , ( Conld you o ' erlook but that )
it is to steal . ? If , after this , you took the graceless lad , Could you complain , my
...
Once ( and but once ) I canght him in a lie , And then , unwhip ' d , he had the
grace to cry : The fanlt he bas 1 fairly shall reveal , ( Conld you o ' erlook but that )
it is to steal . ? If , after this , you took the graceless lad , Could you complain , my
...
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Each maid cried , charming ! and each youth , divine ! Did Nature ' s pencil ever
blend such rays , Such varied light in one promiscuous blaze ? Now prostrate !
dead ! behold that Caroline : No maid cries , charming ! and no youth , divine !
Each maid cried , charming ! and each youth , divine ! Did Nature ' s pencil ever
blend such rays , Such varied light in one promiscuous blaze ? Now prostrate !
dead ! behold that Caroline : No maid cries , charming ! and no youth , divine !
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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.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: In Four Volumes. Collated with the Best Editions: Volúmenes 3-4 de The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: In Four Volumes. Collated with the Best Editions, Charles Whittingham Volúmenes 18-19 de The works of the British poets |
| Autores | Alexander Pope, Thomas Park |
| Colaborador | Charles Whittingham |
| Editor | Printed at the Stanhope Press, by Charles Whittingham, ... for J. Sharpe; and sold by W. Suttaby, 1808 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 11 Oct 2007 |
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