The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: In Four Volumes. Collated with the Best Editions:Printed at the Stanhope Press, by Charles Whittingham, ... for J. Sharpe; and sold by W. Suttaby, 1808 |
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... gave a lasting name , In ranks adorn'd the temple's outward face The wall in lustre and effect like glass , Which o'er each object casting various dyes , Enlarges some , and others multiplies : Nor void of emblem was the mystic wall ...
... gave a lasting name , In ranks adorn'd the temple's outward face The wall in lustre and effect like glass , Which o'er each object casting various dyes , Enlarges some , and others multiplies : Nor void of emblem was the mystic wall ...
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... gave his bill , and brib'd the pow'rs divine , With secret vows , to favour his design . Who studies now but discontented May ? On her soft couch uneasily she lay : The lumpish husband snor'd away the night , Till coughs awak'd him near ...
... gave his bill , and brib'd the pow'rs divine , With secret vows , to favour his design . Who studies now but discontented May ? On her soft couch uneasily she lay : The lumpish husband snor'd away the night , Till coughs awak'd him near ...
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... gave the ' impression to the trusty ' squire . By means of this some wonder shall appear , Which , in due place and season , you may hear . Well sung sweet Ovid , in the days of yore , What flight is that which love will not explore ...
... gave the ' impression to the trusty ' squire . By means of this some wonder shall appear , Which , in due place and season , you may hear . Well sung sweet Ovid , in the days of yore , What flight is that which love will not explore ...
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... gave my hand , And join'd my heart in wedlock's sacred band : Yet after this , if you distrust my care , Then hear , my lord , and witness what I swear : ' First may the yawning earth her bosom rend And let me hence to hell alive ...
... gave my hand , And join'd my heart in wedlock's sacred band : Yet after this , if you distrust my care , Then hear , my lord , and witness what I swear : ' First may the yawning earth her bosom rend And let me hence to hell alive ...
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... gave my oath , That this much - injur'd knight again should see , It must be done - I am a king , ' said he , ' And one whose faith has ever sacred been- ' And so has mine ( she said ) -I am a queen : Her answer she shall have , I ...
... gave my oath , That this much - injur'd knight again should see , It must be done - I am a king , ' said he , ' And one whose faith has ever sacred been- ' And so has mine ( she said ) -I am a queen : Her answer she shall have , I ...
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الصفحة 78 - 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 a while one parent from the sky...
الصفحة 76 - Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys: So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
الصفحة 178 - See Mystery to Mathematics fly : In vain ! they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die. Religion blushing veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine ; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine ! Lo ! thy dread empire, Chaos ! is restored ; Light dies before thy uncreating word : Thy hand, great anarch ! lets the curtain fall ; And universal darkness buries all.
الصفحة 67 - TWIT'NAM, and in humble strain Apply to me, to keep them mad or vain. Arthur, whose giddy son neglects the Laws, Imputes to me and my damn'd works the cause : Poor Cornus sees his frantic wife elope, And curses Wit, and Poetry, and Pope.
الصفحة 129 - True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
الصفحة 76 - A cherub's face, a reptile all the rest; Beauty that shocks you, parts that none will trust, Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.
الصفحة 70 - And, when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write? what sin to me unknown Dipp'd me in ink, my parents', or my own? As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.
الصفحة 68 - I'm all submission ; what you'd have it, make it." Three things another's modest wishes bound, My friendship, and a prologue, and ten pound. Pitholeon sends to me : " You know his grace : I want a patron ; ask him for a place.
الصفحة 72 - Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease : Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk...
الصفحة 126 - He stuck to poverty with peace of mind ; And me, the Muses help'd to undergo it ; Convict a papist he, and I a poet. But (thanks to Homer) since I live and thrive, Indebted to no prince or peer alive ; Sure I should want the care of ten Monroes,3 If I would scribble rather than repose.