The poetical works of Alexander Pope, ed. with notes and intr. memoir by A.W. Ward1869 |
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الصفحة xvi
... rest . She died at the age of 93 , in 1733 , affectionately mourned in death as she had been tenderly cherished through- out his life by her son . On a monument which he erected to her he recorded her character as that of the best of ...
... rest . She died at the age of 93 , in 1733 , affectionately mourned in death as she had been tenderly cherished through- out his life by her son . On a monument which he erected to her he recorded her character as that of the best of ...
الصفحة xxxv
... rest doubly content , like Sir Robert Walpole , at having condemned the scheme from the outset and after- wards sold out at the highest price1 . But he had no reason to lament for himself the effects of a catastrophe which brought ruin ...
... rest doubly content , like Sir Robert Walpole , at having condemned the scheme from the outset and after- wards sold out at the highest price1 . But he had no reason to lament for himself the effects of a catastrophe which brought ruin ...
الصفحة xl
... rest as- sured , been intended by Pope for publication ; and as this proceeding had been effected without his consent , no opportunity had been afforded him for controlling the arrangement of the letters . But in 1735 , when Pope had ...
... rest as- sured , been intended by Pope for publication ; and as this proceeding had been effected without his consent , no opportunity had been afforded him for controlling the arrangement of the letters . But in 1735 , when Pope had ...
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... rest of the world in general is too well bred to shock them with a truth , which generally their Booksellers are the first that inform them of . This happens not till they have spent too much of their time , to apply to any profession ...
... rest of the world in general is too well bred to shock them with a truth , which generally their Booksellers are the first that inform them of . This happens not till they have spent too much of their time , to apply to any profession ...
الصفحة 24
... rest in Amaranthine bow'rs , Or from those meads select unfading flow'rs , Behold us kindly , who your name implore , Daphne , our Goddess , and our grief no more ! LYCIDAS . How all things listen , while thy Muse complains ! Such ...
... rest in Amaranthine bow'rs , Or from those meads select unfading flow'rs , Behold us kindly , who your name implore , Daphne , our Goddess , and our grief no more ! LYCIDAS . How all things listen , while thy Muse complains ! Such ...
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الصفحة 45 - 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 92 - How lov'd, how honour'd once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot ; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be ! Poets themselves must fall, like those they sung, Deaf the prais'd ear, and mute the tuneful tongue.
الصفحة 77 - Form a strong line about the silver bound, And guard the wide circumference around. 'Whatever spirit, careless of his charge, His post neglects, or leaves the fair at large, Shall feel sharp vengeance soon o'ertake his sins, Be...
الصفحة 195 - Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar; Wait the great teacher Death; and God adore. What future bliss, he gives not thee to know, But gives that Hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never Is, but always To be blest; The soul, uneasy and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
الصفحة 235 - twould a Saint provoke, (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke) No, let a charming Chintz, and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — «<• And— Betty— give this Cheek a little Red.
الصفحة 200 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent Spreads undivided, operates unspent, Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart, As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns; To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
الصفحة 283 - Be no unpleasing melancholy mine : Me, let the tender office long engage, To rock the cradle of reposing age, 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 awhile one parent from the sky ! On cares like these if length of days attend.
الصفحة 57 - Some to Conceit alone their taste confine, And glitt'ring thoughts struck out at ev'ry line; Pleas'd 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 ev'ry part, And hide with ornaments their want of art.
الصفحة 277 - While wits and templars ev'ry sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise—- Who but must laugh, if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he ? What tho' my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaister'd posts, with claps, in capitals ? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers...
الصفحة 58 - In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold; Alike fantastic, if too new, or old: Be not the first by whom the new are try'd, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.