The poetical works of Alexander Pope. With memoir, critical diss., and explanatory notes. The text ed. by C.C. Clarke1872 |
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... Muse her slender reed inspire , Till in your native shades you tune the lyre : So when the nightingale to rest removes , The thrush may chant to the forsaken groves , But , charm'd to silence , listens while she sings , And all the ...
... Muse her slender reed inspire , Till in your native shades you tune the lyre : So when the nightingale to rest removes , The thrush may chant to the forsaken groves , But , charm'd to silence , listens while she sings , And all the ...
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... Muses sing ; Now hawthorns blossom , now the daisies spring ; Now leaves the trees , and flowers adorn the ground : Begin , the vales shall every note rebound . STREPHON . Inspire me , Phoebus , in my Delia's praise , With Waller's ...
... Muses sing ; Now hawthorns blossom , now the daisies spring ; Now leaves the trees , and flowers adorn the ground : Begin , the vales shall every note rebound . STREPHON . Inspire me , Phoebus , in my Delia's praise , With Waller's ...
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... Muse's early lays , That adds this wreath of ivy to thy bays ; Hear what from love unpractised hearts endure : From ... Muses , in what lawn or 14 POPE'S POETICAL WORKS . Chaucer, 109 Summer, the Second Pastoral, Spenser- or Alexis,
... Muse's early lays , That adds this wreath of ivy to thy bays ; Hear what from love unpractised hearts endure : From ... Muses , in what lawn or 14 POPE'S POETICAL WORKS . Chaucer, 109 Summer, the Second Pastoral, Spenser- or Alexis,
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... Muse complains ! Such silence waits on Philomela's strains , In some still evening , when the whispering breeze Pants on the leaves , and dies upon the trees . 49 66 70 80 THYRSIS . Ye gentle Muses , leave your crystal spring PASTORALS .
... Muse complains ! Such silence waits on Philomela's strains , In some still evening , when the whispering breeze Pants on the leaves , and dies upon the trees . 49 66 70 80 THYRSIS . Ye gentle Muses , leave your crystal spring PASTORALS .
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... Muse complains ! Such silence waits on Philomela's strains , In some still evening , when the whispering breeze Pants on the leaves , and dies upon the trees . 49 66 70 80 To thee , bright goddess , oft a lamb shall PASTORALS . 23.
... Muse complains ! Such silence waits on Philomela's strains , In some still evening , when the whispering breeze Pants on the leaves , and dies upon the trees . 49 66 70 80 To thee , bright goddess , oft a lamb shall PASTORALS . 23.
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الصفحة 176 - All Nature is but art, unknown to thee All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good: And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.
الصفحة 207 - God loves from whole to parts: but human soul Must rise from individual to the whole. Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to wake, As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake; The centre moved, a circle straight succeeds, Another still, and still another spreads; Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace; His country next; and next all human race...
الصفحة 103 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
الصفحة 170 - 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 170 - 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 176 - 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 33 - OF all the causes which conspire to blind Man's erring judgment, and misguide the mind, What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
الصفحة 106 - And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast: There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow, There the first roses of the year shall blow; While angels with their silver wings o'ershade The ground now sacred by thy relics made.
الصفحة 38 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, 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, 370 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 166 - 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. What blessings Thy free bounty gives, Let me not cast away; For God is paid when man receives, T