The Pope Anthology: 1701-1744, Volumul 8Edward Arber H. Frowde, 1901 - 312 pagini |
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Pagina 29
... poor remnants of these slighted hairs ! My hands shall rend what ev'n thy rapine spares ! These , in two sable ringlets taught to break , Once gave new beauties to the snowy neck . The sister Lock now sits uncouth , alone ; And in its ...
... poor remnants of these slighted hairs ! My hands shall rend what ev'n thy rapine spares ! These , in two sable ringlets taught to break , Once gave new beauties to the snowy neck . The sister Lock now sits uncouth , alone ; And in its ...
Pagina 40
... poor inglorious stream That in Hibernian vales obscurely strayed , And unobserved in wild meanders played , Till by your lines and NASSAU's sword renowned , Its rising billows through the World resound , Where'er the Hero's Godlike acts ...
... poor inglorious stream That in Hibernian vales obscurely strayed , And unobserved in wild meanders played , Till by your lines and NASSAU's sword renowned , Its rising billows through the World resound , Where'er the Hero's Godlike acts ...
Pagina 42
... poor inhabitant beholds in vain The redd'ning orange and the swelling grain ; Joyless he sees the growing oils and wines , And in the myrtle's fragrant shade repines ; Starves in the midst of Nature's bounty curst , And in the loaden ...
... poor inhabitant beholds in vain The redd'ning orange and the swelling grain ; Joyless he sees the growing oils and wines , And in the myrtle's fragrant shade repines ; Starves in the midst of Nature's bounty curst , And in the loaden ...
Pagina 52
... . DISTRACTED with care For PHILLIS the fair , Since nothing could move her , Poor DAMON , her Lover , Resolves , in despair , No longer to languish , Nor bear so much anguish ! 1 But , mad with his love , To a precipice 52 William Walsh .
... . DISTRACTED with care For PHILLIS the fair , Since nothing could move her , Poor DAMON , her Lover , Resolves , in despair , No longer to languish , Nor bear so much anguish ! 1 But , mad with his love , To a precipice 52 William Walsh .
Pagina 56
... Poor , old , repenting DELIA said , ' Would you long preserve your Lover ? Would you still his Goddess reign ? Never let him all discover ! Never let him much obtain ! ' Men will admire , adore , and die ; 56 William Congreve .
... Poor , old , repenting DELIA said , ' Would you long preserve your Lover ? Would you still his Goddess reign ? Never let him all discover ! Never let him much obtain ! ' Men will admire , adore , and die ; 56 William Congreve .
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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!