The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: With His Last Corrections, Additions, and Improvements. From the Text of Dr. Warburton. With the Life of the Author ...W. Durrell, 1812 |
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... painted vessel glides , The sun - beams trembling on the floating tides ; While melting music steals upon the sky , And soften'd sounds along the waters die : 50 55 Smooth flow the waves , the zephyrs gently play 14 THE RAPE OF THE LOCK .
... painted vessel glides , The sun - beams trembling on the floating tides ; While melting music steals upon the sky , And soften'd sounds along the waters die : 50 55 Smooth flow the waves , the zephyrs gently play 14 THE RAPE OF THE LOCK .
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... painted bow , Or brew fierce tempests in the wintry main , 85 Or o'er the glebe distil their kindly rain . Others , on earth , o'er human race preside , Watch all their ways , and all their actions guide : Of these the chief the care of ...
... painted bow , Or brew fierce tempests in the wintry main , 85 Or o'er the glebe distil their kindly rain . Others , on earth , o'er human race preside , Watch all their ways , and all their actions guide : Of these the chief the care of ...
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... painted fragments lie ! 160 165 Let wreaths of triumph now my temples twine , ( The victor cry'd ) the glorious prize is mine ! While fish in streams , or birds delight in air , Or in a coach and six the British fair , As long as ...
... painted fragments lie ! 160 165 Let wreaths of triumph now my temples twine , ( The victor cry'd ) the glorious prize is mine ! While fish in streams , or birds delight in air , Or in a coach and six the British fair , As long as ...
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... what housewife's cares produce , Or who would learn one earthly thing of use ? To patch , nay ogle , might become a saint ; Nor could it sure be such a sin to paint . But since , alas ! frail beauty must decay ; THE RAPE OF THE LOCK . 33.
... what housewife's cares produce , Or who would learn one earthly thing of use ? To patch , nay ogle , might become a saint ; Nor could it sure be such a sin to paint . But since , alas ! frail beauty must decay ; THE RAPE OF THE LOCK . 33.
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... painted , or not painted , all shall fade , And she who scorns a man must die a maid ! What then remains , but well our pow'r to use , And keep good humour still whate'er we lose ? And trust me , dear ! good humour can prevail , When ...
... painted , or not painted , all shall fade , And she who scorns a man must die a maid ! What then remains , but well our pow'r to use , And keep good humour still whate'er we lose ? And trust me , dear ! good humour can prevail , When ...
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ancient arms bard beauty Belinda bliss bold Carthusian catch the lightning charms court critics cry'd dæmon divine Dryope Dulness e'er Eurydice ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame Fate fear fire flame flow'rs folly fools gen'rous genius giv'n glory gnome grace hair hear heart heav'n hell Heraclitus honour immortal judgment king knave Knight Latium laws learn'd learning lord mankind meads of asphodel merit mighty mind Muse Muse's ne'er numbers nymph o'er once painted passions pleas'd poet's poets pow'r prais'd praise pray'r pride proud rage rev'rend rise rules sacred Satire SATIRE IV Satire's sense shade shame shine sins skies smile soft soul spleen spouse sung sure sylphs Thalestris thee things thou thought thro tongue trembling true truth Twas Umbriel vice vile virtue Virtue's Whig whore wife win widows wing wise write youth
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الصفحة 113 - 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 108 - While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind ; But more...
الصفحة 107 - A little learning is a dangerous thing ; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring : There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, And drinking largely sobers us again.
الصفحة 16 - Or roll the planets through the boundless sky. Some less refin'd, beneath the moon's pale light Pursue the stars that shoot athwart the night, Or suck the mists in grosser air below, Or dip their pinions in the painted bow, Or brew fierce tempests on the wintry main, Or o'er the glebe distil the kindly rain.
الصفحة 113 - 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.
الصفحة 208 - Yes, I am proud ; I must be proud to see Men, not afraid of God, afraid of me ; Safe from the bar, the pulpit, and the throne, Yet touch'd and sham'd by ridicule alone.
الصفحة 35 - 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 13 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike.
الصفحة 19 - Who gave the ball, or paid the visit last; One speaks the glory of the British queen, And one describes a charming Indian screen; A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes; At every word a reputation dies.
الصفحة 110 - Some to conceit alone their taste confine, And glittering thoughts struck out at every line ; Pleased 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 every part, And hide with ornaments their want of art.