The poetical works of Alexander Pope, with a life, by A. Dyce, Volumen 31863 |
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... youth the vessel drains ? Our fathers prais'd rank venison . You suppose , Perhaps , young men ! our fathers had no nose . Not so : a buck was then a week's repast , And ' twas their point , I ween , to make it last ; More pleas'd to ...
... youth the vessel drains ? Our fathers prais'd rank venison . You suppose , Perhaps , young men ! our fathers had no nose . Not so : a buck was then a week's repast , And ' twas their point , I ween , to make it last ; More pleas'd to ...
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... youth , and follow'd without power ; At home though exil'd , free though in the Tower ; In short , that reasoning , high , immortal thing , Just less than Jove , and much above a king ; Nay , half in heaven - except ( what's mighty odd ) ...
... youth , and follow'd without power ; At home though exil'd , free though in the Tower ; In short , that reasoning , high , immortal thing , Just less than Jove , and much above a king ; Nay , half in heaven - except ( what's mighty odd ) ...
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... youth , And sets the passions on the side of truth , Forms the soft bosom with the gentlest art , And pours each human virtue in the heart . Let Ireland tell how wit upheld her cause , Her trade supported , and supplied her laws ; And ...
... youth , And sets the passions on the side of truth , Forms the soft bosom with the gentlest art , And pours each human virtue in the heart . Let Ireland tell how wit upheld her cause , Her trade supported , and supplied her laws ; And ...
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... youths and nymphs , in consort gay , Shall hail the rising , close the parting day . With me , alas ! those joys are o'er ; For me the vernal garlands bloom no more . Adieu ! fond hope of mutual fire , The still believing , still renew ...
... youths and nymphs , in consort gay , Shall hail the rising , close the parting day . With me , alas ! those joys are o'er ; For me the vernal garlands bloom no more . Adieu ! fond hope of mutual fire , The still believing , still renew ...
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... youth of good queen Bess , But mere tuff - taffety what now remain'd : So time , that changes all things , had ordain'd ! Our sons shall see it leisurely decay , First turn plain rash , then vanish quite away . This thing has travell'd ...
... youth of good queen Bess , But mere tuff - taffety what now remain'd : So time , that changes all things , had ordain'd ! Our sons shall see it leisurely decay , First turn plain rash , then vanish quite away . This thing has travell'd ...
Términos y frases comunes
abused admire Æneid Ambrose Philips ancient bard Bavius Behold Bishop bless'd called character Charles Gildon Cibber Concanen court cries Curll Dennis divine Dryden dull Dulness dunce Dunciad e'en Edmund Curll epic EPISTLE Eridanus Essay on Criticism eyes fame fate folly fool genius Gildon goddess grace hath head heaven hero Homer honour Horace Iliad IMITATIONS James Moore king knave labour Laureate learned LEONARD WELSTED Letter LEWIS THEOBALD live Lord Lord Bolingbroke Lord Hervey lov'd MIST'S JOURNAL moral muse ne'er never o'er octavo Oldmixon once Ovid person pleas'd poem poet poet's poetry Pope Pope's praise prince printed proud queen REMARKS rhyme saith satire Scriblerus sing song soul sure Swift thee Theobald things thou translation truth verse VIRG Virgil virtue Welsted Whig wings words writ write youth
Pasajes populares
Página 8 - Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks; Or at the ear of Eve, familiar Toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies.
Página 8 - 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 352 - 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 restor'd; Light dies before thy uncreating word: Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall; And universal darkness buries all.
Página 352 - Argus' eyes, by Hermes' wand opprest, Clos'd one by one to everlasting rest; Thus at her felt approach, and secret might, Art after Art goes out, and all is Night: See skulking Truth to her old cavern fled, Mountains of Casuistry heap'd o'er her head!
Página 135 - Berkshire, •This modest stone, what few vain marbles can, May truly say, Here lies an honest man : A poet, blest beyond the poet's fate, Whom Heaven kept sacred from the Proud and Great : Foe to loud praise, and friend to learned ease, Content with science in the vale of peace.
Página 129 - Yet soft his nature, though severe his lay, His anger moral, and his wisdom gay. Blest satirist ! who touch'd the mean so true, As show'd, vice had his hate and pity too. Blest courtier ! who could king and country please, Yet sacred keep his friendships, and his ease. Blest peer ! his great forefathers...
Página 72 - Bright through the rubbish of some hundred years ; Command old words, that Ion*; have slept, to wake, Words that wise Bacon or brave Raleigh spake ; Or bid the new be English ages hence (For use will father what's begot by sense); Pour the full tide of eloquence along, Serenely pure, and yet divinely strong, Rich with the treasures of each foreign tongue...