The Pope Anthology: 1701-1744, Volumul 8Edward Arber H. Frowde, 1901 - 312 pagini |
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Pagina 24
... PAIN at her side , and MEGRIM at her head . Two handmaids wait the throne : alike in Place , But diff'ring far in figure and in face . Here , stood ILL NATURE , like an ancient Maid , Her wrinkled form in black and white arrayed . With ...
... PAIN at her side , and MEGRIM at her head . Two handmaids wait the throne : alike in Place , But diff'ring far in figure and in face . Here , stood ILL NATURE , like an ancient Maid , Her wrinkled form in black and white arrayed . With ...
Pagina 30
... these glories , all our pains ; Unless Good Sense preserve what Beauty gains ! Then men may say , when we the Front - Box grace , Behold the first in virtue , as in face ! ' O , if to dance all night , and 39 Alexander Pope .
... these glories , all our pains ; Unless Good Sense preserve what Beauty gains ! Then men may say , when we the Front - Box grace , Behold the first in virtue , as in face ! ' O , if to dance all night , and 39 Alexander Pope .
Pagina 34
... pain ! But see how oft ambitious aims are crossed ; And Chiefs contend till all the prize is lost ! The Lock , obtained with guilt , and kept with pain , In ev'ry place is sought ; but sought in vain ! With such a prize no mortal must ...
... pain ! But see how oft ambitious aims are crossed ; And Chiefs contend till all the prize is lost ! The Lock , obtained with guilt , and kept with pain , In ev'ry place is sought ; but sought in vain ! With such a prize no mortal must ...
Pagina 36
... pain , the bliss , of dying ! Cease , fond Nature ! cease thy strife ; And let me languish into life ! Hark ! they whisper ! Angels say , ' Sister Spirit ! come away ! ' What is this absorbs me quite , Steals my senses , shuts my sight ...
... pain , the bliss , of dying ! Cease , fond Nature ! cease thy strife ; And let me languish into life ! Hark ! they whisper ! Angels say , ' Sister Spirit ! come away ! ' What is this absorbs me quite , Steals my senses , shuts my sight ...
Pagina 44
... pain ! That longs to launch into a bolder strain . But I've already troubled you too long ; Nor dare attempt a more advent'rous Song ; My humble Verse demands a softer theme , A painted meadow , or a purling stream ! Unfit for Heroes ...
... pain ! That longs to launch into a bolder strain . But I've already troubled you too long ; Nor dare attempt a more advent'rous Song ; My humble Verse demands a softer theme , A painted meadow , or a purling stream ! Unfit for Heroes ...
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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!