The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: To which is Prefixed the Life of the Author..J. Walker; J. Johnson; W. J. and J. Richardson ... [and 18 others], 1808 - 651 من الصفحات |
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... Ev'n spring displeases , when she shines not here ; But , bless'd with her , ' tis spring throughout the year . STREPHON . Say , Daphnis , say , in what glad soil appears , A wondrous tree that sacred monarchs bears : Tell me but this ...
... Ev'n spring displeases , when she shines not here ; But , bless'd with her , ' tis spring throughout the year . STREPHON . Say , Daphnis , say , in what glad soil appears , A wondrous tree that sacred monarchs bears : Tell me but this ...
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... Ev'n the wild heath displays her purple dyes , And ' midst the desert , fruitful fields arise , That , crown'd with tufted trees and springing corn , Like verdant isles the sable waste adorn . Let India boast her plants , nor envy we ...
... Ev'n the wild heath displays her purple dyes , And ' midst the desert , fruitful fields arise , That , crown'd with tufted trees and springing corn , Like verdant isles the sable waste adorn . Let India boast her plants , nor envy we ...
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... ev'n the great find rest , And blended lie th ' oppressor and th ' opprest ! Make sacred Charles's tomb for ever known ( Obscure the place , and uninscrib'd the stone ) : Oh fact accurs'd ! what tears has Albion shed ! Heavens , what ...
... ev'n the great find rest , And blended lie th ' oppressor and th ' opprest ! Make sacred Charles's tomb for ever known ( Obscure the place , and uninscrib'd the stone ) : Oh fact accurs'd ! what tears has Albion shed ! Heavens , what ...
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... Ev'n I more sweetly pass my careless days , Pleas'd in the silent shade with empty praise ; Enough for me , that to the listening swains First in these fields I sung the sylvan strains . ODE ON ST . CECILIA'S DAY , MDCCVIIL And other 38 ...
... Ev'n I more sweetly pass my careless days , Pleas'd in the silent shade with empty praise ; Enough for me , that to the listening swains First in these fields I sung the sylvan strains . ODE ON ST . CECILIA'S DAY , MDCCVIIL And other 38 ...
الصفحة 42
... ev'n in death Eurydice he sung ; Eurydice still trembled on his tongue ; Eurydice the woods , Eurydice the floods ,, Eurydice the rocks and hollow mountains rung . Music the fiercest grief can charm , And fate's severest rage disarm ...
... ev'n in death Eurydice he sung ; Eurydice still trembled on his tongue ; Eurydice the woods , Eurydice the floods ,, Eurydice the rocks and hollow mountains rung . Music the fiercest grief can charm , And fate's severest rage disarm ...
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الصفحة 212 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen ; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
الصفحة 43 - 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 203 - See, through this air, this ocean, and this earth, All matter quick, and bursting into birth. Above, how high, progressive life may go ! Around, how wide ! how deep extend below ! Vast chain of being ! which from God began, Natures ethereal, human, angel, man, Beast, bird, fish, insect, what no eye can see, No glass can reach ; from infinite to thee, From thee to nothing.
الصفحة 54 - 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 tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
الصفحة 199 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below? 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 67 - Soft yielding minds to water glide away, And sip, with Nymphs, their elemental tea. The graver prude sinks downward to a Gnome, In search of mischief still on earth to roam. The light coquettes in Sylphs aloft repair, And sport and flutter in the fields of air.
الصفحة 216 - See dying vegetables life sustain, See life dissolving vegetate again: All forms that perish other forms supply; (By turns we catch the vital breath, and die) Like bubbles on the sea of Matter borne, They rise, they break, and to that sea return.
الصفحة 55 - 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 199 - Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
الصفحة 209 - Subject, compound them, follow her and God. Love, hope, and joy, fair pleasure's smiling train, Hate, fear, and grief, the family of pain, These mix'd with art, and to due bounds confin'd, Make and maintain the balance of the mind: The lights and shades, whose well accorded strife Gives all the strength and colour of our life.