The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: To which is Prefixed the Life of the Author |
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Yet take these tears ; mortality's relief , For thee the hardy veteran drops a tear ,
And , till we share your joys , forgive our grief : And the gay courtier feels the sigh
sincere . These little rites , a stone , a verse receive , Withers , adicul yet not with ...
Yet take these tears ; mortality's relief , For thee the hardy veteran drops a tear ,
And , till we share your joys , forgive our grief : And the gay courtier feels the sigh
sincere . These little rites , a stone , a verse receive , Withers , adicul yet not with ...
الصفحة 52
... In vain kind seasons swell'd the teeming grain ; To plains with well - breathed
beagles we repair , Soft showers distill'd , and suns grew warm in vain ; And trace
the mazes of the circling hare : The swain with tears his frustrate labour yields ...
... In vain kind seasons swell'd the teeming grain ; To plains with well - breathed
beagles we repair , Soft showers distill'd , and suns grew warm in vain ; And trace
the mazes of the circling hare : The swain with tears his frustrate labour yields ...
الصفحة 53
In genial spring , beneath the quivering shade , She said , and , melting as in
tears she lay , Where cooling vapours breathe along the mead , In a soft silver
stream dissolved away . The patient fisher takes his silent stand , The silver
stream her ...
In genial spring , beneath the quivering shade , She said , and , melting as in
tears she lay , Where cooling vapours breathe along the mead , In a soft silver
stream dissolved away . The patient fisher takes his silent stand , The silver
stream her ...
الصفحة 54
... brothers stood , There the last numbers flow'd from Cowley's tongue . Who
swell with tributary urns his flood . O early lost ! what tears the river shed , First the
famed authors of his ancient name , When the sad pomp along his banks was led
!
... brothers stood , There the last numbers flow'd from Cowley's tongue . Who
swell with tributary urns his flood . O early lost ! what tears the river shed , First the
famed authors of his ancient name , When the sad pomp along his banks was led
!
الصفحة 56
Till some new tyrant lifts his purple hand , Now with furies surrounded , And civil
madness tears them from the land Despairing , confounded , Antistrophe 2 . He
trembles , he glows , Ye gods ! what justice rules the ball ? Amidst Rhodope's ...
Till some new tyrant lifts his purple hand , Now with furies surrounded , And civil
madness tears them from the land Despairing , confounded , Antistrophe 2 . He
trembles , he glows , Ye gods ! what justice rules the ball ? Amidst Rhodope's ...
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Achilles appear arms bear beneath blood bold brave breast breath bright chief command cries dead death deep divine dreadful earth eyes fair fall fame fate father fear field fierce fight fire flames force gave give glory goddess gods grace Greece Greeks hand head hear heart heaven Hector hero honours hope Jove kind king land learned light live lord lost mind mortal move nature never night o'er once plain pleased poet Pope praise proud race rage rest rise round sacred shade shining shore side sire skies soul sound spoke spread stand Swift tears thee things thou thought train trembling Trojan Troy turn Ulysses vain walls whole winds woes wound youth
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الصفحة 103 - 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 102 - 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 64 - Transform'd to combs, the speckled, and the white. Here files of pins extend their shining rows, Puffs, powders, patches, bibles, billet-doux. Now awful beauty puts on all its arms ; The fair each moment rises in her charms, Repairs her smiles, awakens...
الصفحة 57 - Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire. Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years, slide soft away, In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day : Sound sleep by night ; study and ease, Together mix'd ; sweet recreation, And innocence which most does please With meditation.
الصفحة 264 - O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head ; Then shine the vales, the rocks in prospect rise, A flood of glory bursts from all the skies : The conscious swains, rejoicing in the sight, Eye the blue vault, and bless the useful light.
الصفحة 125 - And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and Templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise— Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers load, On wings of winds came flying all abroad?
الصفحة 59 - No monstrous height, or breadth, or length appear ; The whole at once is bold, and regular. Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be. In every work regard the writer's end, Since none can compass more than they intend ; And if the means be just, the conduct true, Applause, in spite of trivial faults, is due. As men of breeding, sometimes men of wit, T...
الصفحة 102 - Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutored mind Sees GOD in clouds, or hears Him in the wind ; His soul proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or Milky Way ; Yet simple Nature to his hope has given, Behind the cloud-topt hill, an humbler heaven...
الصفحة 60 - But most by numbers judge a poet's song, And smooth or rough, with them, is right or wrong: In the bright muse, though thousand charms conspire, Her voice is all these tuneful fools admire...
الصفحة 65 - But chiefly Love — to Love an altar built, - Of twelve vast French romances, neatly gilt. There lay three garters, half a pair of gloves, And all the trophies of his former loves ; With tender billet-doux he lights the pyre, And breathes three amorous sighs to raise the fire : Then prostrate falls, and begs, with ardent eyes, Soon to obtain, and long possess the prize.
معلومات المراجع
| العنوان | The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: To which is Prefixed the Life of the Author |
| المؤلف | Alexander Pope |
| الناشر | Crissy & Markley, 1850 |
| أصلي من | مكتبة نيويورك العامة |
| الكتب ذات التنسيق الرقمي | 2 كانون الأول (ديسمبر) 2006 |
| عدد الصفحات | 484 من الصفحات |
| تصدير الاقتباس | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |