The Pope Anthology: 1701-1744, Volumul 8Edward Arber H. Frowde, 1899 - 312 pagini |
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Pagina 28
... speak in vain ! But , by this Lock ! 1 this sacred Lock , I swear ( Which never more shall join its parted hair ... speaking , in proud triumph , spread The long - contended honours of her head . But UMBRIEL , hateful Gnome ! forbears ...
... speak in vain ! But , by this Lock ! 1 this sacred Lock , I swear ( Which never more shall join its parted hair ... speaking , in proud triumph , spread The long - contended honours of her head . But UMBRIEL , hateful Gnome ! forbears ...
Pagina 58
... speak ; And very fain would have been at her : But when I strove most , my Passion to break ; Still then I said least of the matter ! I swore to myself , and resolved I would try Some way , my poor heart to recover ; But that was all ...
... speak ; And very fain would have been at her : But when I strove most , my Passion to break ; Still then I said least of the matter ! I swore to myself , and resolved I would try Some way , my poor heart to recover ; But that was all ...
Pagina 59
... speak , The pleasure we'll still be pursuing ! And so , without words , I don't doubt we may make A very good end of this wooing ! THE PETITION . ' GRANT me , gentle LovE , ' said I , ' One dear blessing ere I die ! Long I've borne ...
... speak , The pleasure we'll still be pursuing ! And so , without words , I don't doubt we may make A very good end of this wooing ! THE PETITION . ' GRANT me , gentle LovE , ' said I , ' One dear blessing ere I die ! Long I've borne ...
Pagina 63
... speak till spoken to , afraid ! My inward pangs , my secret grief , My soft consenting looks betray ! He loves ; but gives me no relief ! Why speaks not he , who may ? ME CUPID made a happy slave ; A merry wretched man ! I slight the ...
... speak till spoken to , afraid ! My inward pangs , my secret grief , My soft consenting looks betray ! He loves ; but gives me no relief ! Why speaks not he , who may ? ME CUPID made a happy slave ; A merry wretched man ! I slight the ...
Pagina 74
... speak ! CLORINDA came , among the rest ; And she too kind concern exprest , And asked the reason of his woe . She asked : but with an Air and mien That made it easily foreseen , She feared too much to know . The Shepherd raised his ...
... speak ! CLORINDA came , among the rest ; And she too kind concern exprest , And asked the reason of his woe . She asked : but with an Air and mien That made it easily foreseen , She feared too much to know . The Shepherd raised his ...
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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?