The Works of Alexander Pope, المجلد 1J.F. Dove, St. John's Square, 1822 - 436 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة i
... speak ill of any person . " His voice , too , was so marvellously melo- dious , that they used to call him the little nightingale . He was taught to read by an aunt that was particu- larly fond of him , and learnt to write by copying ...
... speak ill of any person . " His voice , too , was so marvellously melo- dious , that they used to call him the little nightingale . He was taught to read by an aunt that was particu- larly fond of him , and learnt to write by copying ...
الصفحة xvi
... to desire my tutor to give himself the trouble of over- looking my operations ; and he , who always used to think and speak too favourably of me , said , that I did not want his help . He never perused one xvi THE LIFE OF.
... to desire my tutor to give himself the trouble of over- looking my operations ; and he , who always used to think and speak too favourably of me , said , that I did not want his help . He never perused one xvi THE LIFE OF.
الصفحة xxiv
... speak in a large assembly , he made several blunders in the few words he had to utter . In 1726 , Mr. Joseph Spence , Fellow of New Col- lege in Oxford , but not yet Professor of Poetry , as Dr. Johnson imagined him to be ( my father ...
... speak in a large assembly , he made several blunders in the few words he had to utter . In 1726 , Mr. Joseph Spence , Fellow of New Col- lege in Oxford , but not yet Professor of Poetry , as Dr. Johnson imagined him to be ( my father ...
الصفحة xxv
... speak from experience , when I say , that I know no critical treatise better calculated to form the taste of young men of genius , than this Essay on the Odyssey . And lest it should be thought that this opinion arises from my ...
... speak from experience , when I say , that I know no critical treatise better calculated to form the taste of young men of genius , than this Essay on the Odyssey . And lest it should be thought that this opinion arises from my ...
الصفحة xxvii
... speak of Sir T. Vanbrugh , who was a man of wit and of honour ; and of Mr. Addi- son , whose name deserves all respect from every lover of learning . " And now , in the year 1728 , too much exasperated by the rude attacks of impotent ...
... speak of Sir T. Vanbrugh , who was a man of wit and of honour ; and of Mr. Addi- son , whose name deserves all respect from every lover of learning . " And now , in the year 1728 , too much exasperated by the rude attacks of impotent ...
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الصفحة 215 - 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 227 - To tire our patience, than mislead our sense. Some few in that, but numbers err in this, Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss; A fool might once himself alone expose, Now one in verse makes many more in prose. 'Tis with our judgments as our watches, none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
الصفحة 375 - 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.
الصفحة 276 - 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.
الصفحة 269 - Words are like leaves; and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found...
الصفحة 237 - First follow Nature, and your judgment frame By her just standard, which is still the same...
الصفحة 343 - Now awful beauty puts on all its arms ; The fair each moment rises in her charms, Repairs her smiles, awakens every grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face : Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes.
الصفحة 218 - Hark! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
الصفحة 219 - VITAL spark of heavenly flame! Quit, O quit this mortal frame ! Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying, O, the pain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life! Hark! they whisper; angels say, Sister spirit, come away!
الصفحة 153 - The rocks proclaim th' approaching Deity. Lo, Earth receives him from the bending skies! Sink down, ye mountains! and ye valleys, rise! With heads declined, ye cedars, homage pay! Be smooth, ye rocks! ye rapid floods, give way! The Saviour comes! by ancient bards foretold: Hear him, ye deaf! and all ye blind, behold! He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, And on the sightless eyeball pour the day: Tis he th...