The Pope Anthology: 1701-1744, Volumul 8Edward Arber H. Frowde, 1899 - 312 pagini |
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Pagina 48
... desire , This longing after Immortality ! Or whence this secret dread and inward horror Of falling into nought ! Why shrinks the Soul Back on herself ; and startles at destruction ? ' Tis the divinity that stirs within us ! ' Tis Heaven ...
... desire , This longing after Immortality ! Or whence this secret dread and inward horror Of falling into nought ! Why shrinks the Soul Back on herself ; and startles at destruction ? ' Tis the divinity that stirs within us ! ' Tis Heaven ...
Pagina 61
... : A sound substantial fruit that can endure The sharpest frost , and yet continue pure . And that ye may this fruit the more admire , Take notice , that I call it Chaste Desire ! WHY , lovely Charmer ! tell me , Why So 61 Thomas Ellwood .
... : A sound substantial fruit that can endure The sharpest frost , and yet continue pure . And that ye may this fruit the more admire , Take notice , that I call it Chaste Desire ! WHY , lovely Charmer ! tell me , Why So 61 Thomas Ellwood .
Pagina 78
... desire to see , But her who leaves the plain for me ? To whom should I compose the Lay , But her who listens when I play ? To whom , in Song repeat my cares , But her who in my sorrow shares ? For whom should I the garland make , But ...
... desire to see , But her who leaves the plain for me ? To whom should I compose the Lay , But her who listens when I play ? To whom , in Song repeat my cares , But her who in my sorrow shares ? For whom should I the garland make , But ...
Pagina 80
... desire That I should sing ! that I should play ! My lyre I tune , my voice I raise ; But with my Numbers mix my sighs ! And whilst I sing EUPHELIA's praise ; I fix my soul on CLOE's eyes ! Fair CLOE blushed ! EUPHELIA frowned ! I sung ...
... desire That I should sing ! that I should play ! My lyre I tune , my voice I raise ; But with my Numbers mix my sighs ! And whilst I sing EUPHELIA's praise ; I fix my soul on CLOE's eyes ! Fair CLOE blushed ! EUPHELIA frowned ! I sung ...
Pagina 85
... desire , Obtained the chariot for the day ; And set the World on fire ! READING ends in melancholy ! Wine breeds vices and diseases ! Wealth's but a care , and Love but folly ; Only Friendship truly pleases ! My wealth , my books , my ...
... desire , Obtained the chariot for the day ; And set the World on fire ! READING ends in melancholy ! Wine breeds vices and diseases ! Wealth's but a care , and Love but folly ; Only Friendship truly pleases ! My wealth , my books , my ...
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ALEXANDER POPE APOLLO arms Beau beauteous Beauty Beggar's Opera BELINDA bless bliss bosom breast bright BROOM OF COWDENKNOWS charms CHLOE CLOE cried Crown 8vo CUPID DAMON dart dear DELIA delight Derry despair disdain e'er ease Edited ev'ry Extra fcap eyes face fair fame fate fear flame flowers fond GANYMEDE gentle give Gnome grace hair happy hear heart Heaven Iliad India Paper IPHIS King kiss Lady live Lock look Lord Lord Hervey Lord LANSDOWNE Lover Maid mind Miscellany Muse ne'er never night Numbers Nymph o'er once pain play pleasure Poems POPE pride prove real Passion scorn Shepherd shine sighs sing smile soft Song soul STREPHON Swain sweet MOLLY Sylphs tears tell tender THALESTRIS thee thine thou thought thrice trembling trifle Twas UMBRIEL VENUS Verse vows W. W. SKEAT wind wish wretch Youth
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Pagina 17 - 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.
Pagina 279 - When Britain first, at Heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main ; This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sung this strain : " Rule, Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never will be slaves!
Pagina 11 - 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. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide: If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.
Pagina 35 - And hence th' egregious wizard shall foredoom The fate of Louis, and the fall of Rome. Then cease, bright nymph ! to mourn thy ravished hair, Which adds new glory to the shining sphere! Not all the tresses that fair head can boast, Shall draw such envy as the Lock you lost. For after all the murders of your eye, When, after millions slain, yourself shall die; When those fair suns shall set, as set they must, And all those tresses shall be laid in dust, This lock the Muse shall consecrate to fame,...
Pagina 3 - Though oft the ear the open vowels tire; While expletives their feeble aid do join; And ten low words oft creep in one dull line: While they ring round the same unvaried chimes, With sure returns of still expected rhymes; Where'er you find "the cooling western breeze...
Pagina 32 - Heroes' and heroines' shouts confusedly rise, And bass and treble voices strike the skies. No common weapons in their hands are found, Like gods they fight, nor dread a mortal wound. So when bold Homer makes the gods engage, And...
Pagina 13 - Or roll the planets through the boundless sky : Some, less refined, 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.
Pagina 161 - Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain; Let me kiss off that falling tear; We only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee.
Pagina 14 - Or o'er the glebe distil the 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 nations own, And guard with arms divine the British throne. " Our humbler province is to tend the fair, Not a less pleasing, though less glorious care ; To save the powder from too rude a gale, Nor let th...
Pagina 47 - A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, And greatly falling with a falling state. While Cato gives his little senate laws, What bosom beats not in his country's cause ? Who sees him act, but envies every deed ? Who hears him groan, and does not wish to bleed?