The Pope Anthology: 1701-1744, Volumul 8Edward Arber H. Frowde, 1901 - 312 pagini |
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Pagina 10
... 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 , ΙΟ Alexander Pope .
... 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 , ΙΟ Alexander Pope .
Pagina 28
... never more shall join its parted hair ! Which never more its honours shall renew ! Clipped from the lovely head , where once it grew ) That , while my nostrils draw the vital air , This hand , which won it , shall for ever wear ! ' He ...
... never more shall join its parted hair ! Which never more its honours shall renew ! Clipped from the lovely head , where once it grew ) That , while my nostrils draw the vital air , This hand , which won it , shall for ever wear ! ' He ...
Pagina 29
... never seen ! Yet am I not the first mistaken Maid , By love of Courts to num'rous ills betrayed ! O , had I rather , unadmired , remained In some lone isle , or distant northern land ; Where the gilt Chariot never marks the way , Where ...
... never seen ! Yet am I not the first mistaken Maid , By love of Courts to num'rous ills betrayed ! O , had I rather , unadmired , remained In some lone isle , or distant northern land ; Where the gilt Chariot never marks the way , Where ...
Pagina 49
... never die ! The Soul , secured in her existence , smiles At the drawn dagger , and defies its point ! The stars shall fade away , the sun himself Grow dim with age , and Nature sink in years : But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth ...
... never die ! The Soul , secured in her existence , smiles At the drawn dagger , and defies its point ! The stars shall fade away , the sun himself Grow dim with age , and Nature sink in years : But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth ...
Pagina 50
... never bear the slighting ! Wit and Virtue claim your duty ! They're much more worth than Gold and Beauty ! To them , to them , your heart resign ; And you'll no more , no more repine ! WHEN DAPHNE first her Shepherd saw ; A sudden ...
... never bear the slighting ! Wit and Virtue claim your duty ! They're much more worth than Gold and Beauty ! To them , to them , your heart resign ; And you'll no more , no more repine ! WHEN DAPHNE first her Shepherd saw ; A sudden ...
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ALEXANDER POPE ANTHOLOGY APOLLO arms Beau beauteous Beauty Beggar's Opera BELINDA bless bonny bonny broom bosom breast bright BROOM OF COWDENKNOWS charms CHLOE CLOE COLIN Countess of WINCHILSEA cried Crown 8vo CUPID DAMON dart dear DELIA delight Derry despair disdain e'er Edited ev'ry Extra fcap eyes fair fame fate fear flame flowers fond frae GANYMEDE gentle give grace happy hear heart Heaven India Paper King kiss Lady live look Lord Lord LANSDOWNE Lover Maid mind Miscellany Muse ne'er never night Numbers Nymph o'er Oxford India Paper pain play pleasure Poems POPE prove real Passion SAPPHO Shepherd shine sighs sing smile soft Song soul STREPHON Swain sweet MOLLY Sylphs tears tell tender THALESTRIS thee thou thought thrice trembling trifle Twas VENUS Verse VICAR OF BRAY vows W. W. SKEAT wind wish 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 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 49 - Here will I hold. If there's a power above us (And that there is, all Nature cries aloud Through all her works), he must delight in virtue ; And that which he delights in must be happy.
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 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?
Pagina 274 - King! Long live our noble King! God save the King! Send him victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us! God save the King!
Pagina 162 - Twas when the seas were roaring With hollow blasts of wind, A damsel lay deploring All on a rock reclined. Wide o'er the foaming billows She cast a wistful look; Her head was crown'd with willows That trembled o'er the brook. " ' Twelve months are gone and over, And nine long tedious days; Why didst thou, venturous lover — Why didst thou trust the seas ? Cease, cease, thou cruel Ocean, And let my lover rest; Ah!