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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... gods should shine through the poem , which so visibly appears in all the works of antiquity ; and it ought to preserve some relish of the old way of writing the connexion should be loose , the narra tions and descriptions short , and ...
... gods should shine through the poem , which so visibly appears in all the works of antiquity ; and it ought to preserve some relish of the old way of writing the connexion should be loose , the narra tions and descriptions short , and ...
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... gods have found Elysium here . In woods bright Venus with Adonis stray'd , And chaste Diana haunts the forest shade . Come , lovely nymph , and bless the silent hours , When swains from shearing seek their nightly bowers ; When weary ...
... gods have found Elysium here . In woods bright Venus with Adonis stray'd , And chaste Diana haunts the forest shade . Come , lovely nymph , and bless the silent hours , When swains from shearing seek their nightly bowers ; When weary ...
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... gods ! and is there no relief for love ? But soon the sun with milder rays descends To the cool ocean , where his journey ends : On me love's fiercer flames for ever prey , By night he scorches , as he burns by day . AUTUMN . THE THIRD ...
... gods ! and is there no relief for love ? But soon the sun with milder rays descends To the cool ocean , where his journey ends : On me love's fiercer flames for ever prey , By night he scorches , as he burns by day . AUTUMN . THE THIRD ...
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... gods ! shall all things yield returns but love ; Resound , ye hills , resound my mournful lay ! The shepherds cry , Thy flocks are left a prey . ' Ah ! what avails it me the flocks to keep , Who lost my heart while I preserv'd my sheep ...
... gods ! shall all things yield returns but love ; Resound , ye hills , resound my mournful lay ! The shepherds cry , Thy flocks are left a prey . ' Ah ! what avails it me the flocks to keep , Who lost my heart while I preserv'd my sheep ...
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... God , a God appears ! IMITATIONS . Ver . 23. See nature hastes , & c . ] Virg . Ecl . iv . ver . 18 . At tibi prima , puer , nullo munuscula cultu , Errantes hederas passim cum baccare tellus , Mixtaque ridenti colocasia fundet acantho ...
... God , a God appears ! IMITATIONS . Ver . 23. See nature hastes , & c . ] Virg . Ecl . iv . ver . 18 . At tibi prima , puer , nullo munuscula cultu , Errantes hederas passim cum baccare tellus , Mixtaque ridenti colocasia fundet acantho ...
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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.