The poetical works of Alexander Pope, with life of the author and notes by J. LuptonW. Tegg, 1867 - 526 من الصفحات |
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... my careless days , 431 Pleased in the silent shade with empty praise : Enough for me , that to the listening swains First in these fields I sung the sylvan strains . AN ESSAY ON CRITICISM . * CONTENTS . PART I. WINDSOR FOREST . 29 29.
... my careless days , 431 Pleased in the silent shade with empty praise : Enough for me , that to the listening swains First in these fields I sung the sylvan strains . AN ESSAY ON CRITICISM . * CONTENTS . PART I. WINDSOR FOREST . 29 29.
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... pleased at first the towering Alps we try , Mount o'er the vales , and seem to tread the sky ; The eternal snows appear already pass'd , And the first clouds and mountains seem the last : But , those attain'd , we tremble to survey The ...
... pleased at first the towering Alps we try , Mount o'er the vales , and seem to tread the sky ; The eternal snows appear already pass'd , And the first clouds and mountains seem the last : But , those attain'd , we tremble to survey The ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
الصفحة 41
... pleased too little or too much . At every trifle scorn to take offence ; That always shows great pride or little sense : Those heads , as stomachs , are not sure the best , Which nauseate all , and nothing can digest . Yet let not each ...
... pleased too little or too much . At every trifle scorn to take offence ; That always shows great pride or little sense : Those heads , as stomachs , are not sure the best , Which nauseate all , and nothing can digest . Yet let not each ...
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... pleased to laugh . Some , valuing those of their own side or mind , Still make themselves the measure of mankind : Fondly we think we honour merit then , When we but praise ourselves in other men . Parties in wit attend on those of ...
... pleased to laugh . Some , valuing those of their own side or mind , Still make themselves the measure of mankind : Fondly we think we honour merit then , When we but praise ourselves in other men . Parties in wit attend on those of ...
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Ambrose Philips ancient Balaam Bavius beauty Behold bless'd blessing bliss Book breast breath Cæsar charms Chartres Cibber Colley Cibber Countess of Suffolk court cried crown'd Cynthus divine dread Duchess of Marlborough Duchess of Montague Dulness Dunciad e'en e'er EPISTLE eternal eyes fair fame fate fire fix'd flames fool give glory goddess gold grace happiness hate head heart Heaven honour king knave laws learn'd live lord Lord Hervey mankind Mary Churchill mind mortal Muse nature nature's ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er once passion plain pleased pleasure poet Pope praise pride proud queen rage rhyme rich rise round rules sacred Sappho satire sense shade shine sighs sing skies soft soul sylphs taste tears Thalestris thee thine things thou throne trembling Twas Twickenham verse vice virtue whate'er wings wise youth
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الصفحة 197 - Father of all! in every age, In every clime adored, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord! Thou Great First Cause, least understood, Who all my sense confined To know but this, that Thou art good, And that myself am blind; Yet gave me, in this dark estate, To see the good from ill; And binding Nature fast in fate, Left free the human will.
الصفحة 157 - AWAKE, my St. John ! leave all meaner things To low ambition and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man ; A mighty maze ! but not without a plan ; A wild where weeds and flowers promiscuous shoot, Or garden tempting with forbidden fruit.
الصفحة 159 - The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
الصفحة 197 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than Hell to shun, That, more than Heaven pursue.
الصفحة 233 - 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. 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...
الصفحة 28 - But most by numbers judge a poet's song, And smooth or rough, with them, is right or wrong: In the bright muse, though thousand charms conspire, Her voice is all these tuneful fools admire...
الصفحة 166 - KNOW, then, thyself, presume not God to scan, The proper study of mankind is Man. Placed on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise, and rudely great ; With too much knowledge for the sceptic side, With too much weakness for the stoic's pride, He hangs between ; in doubt to act or rest...
الصفحة 407 - 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.
الصفحة 167 - Created half to rise, and half to fall ; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all ; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurl'd: The glory, jest, and riddle of the world...
الصفحة 314 - So impudent I own myself no knave :} So odd, my country's ruin makes me grave. > 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 touched and shamed by ridicule alone.