Selected Poems of Alexander PopeF. S. Crofts & Company, 1926 - 271 страница |
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... vice of fools . Whatever Nature has in worth deny'd , She gives in large recruits of needless Pride ; For as in bodies , thus in souls we find What wants in blood and spirits , swell'd with wind : Pride , where Wit fails , steps in to ...
... vice of fools . Whatever Nature has in worth deny'd , She gives in large recruits of needless Pride ; For as in bodies , thus in souls we find What wants in blood and spirits , swell'd with wind : Pride , where Wit fails , steps in to ...
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... Vice admir'd to find a flatt'rer there ! Encourag'd thus , Wit's Titans brav'd the skies , And the press groan'd with licens'd blasphemies . These monsters , Critics ! with your darts engage , Here point your thunder , and exhaust your ...
... Vice admir'd to find a flatt'rer there ! Encourag'd thus , Wit's Titans brav'd the skies , And the press groan'd with licens'd blasphemies . These monsters , Critics ! with your darts engage , Here point your thunder , and exhaust your ...
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... vice ally'd : Reason the byas turns to good from ill , And Nero reigns a Titus , if he will . The fiery soul abhorr'd in Catiline , In Decius charms , in Curtius is divine : The same ambition can destroy or save , And makes a patriot as ...
... vice ally'd : Reason the byas turns to good from ill , And Nero reigns a Titus , if he will . The fiery soul abhorr'd in Catiline , In Decius charms , in Curtius is divine : The same ambition can destroy or save , And makes a patriot as ...
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... Vice or Virtue there is none at all . If white and black blend , soften , and unite A thousand ways , is there no black or white ? Ask your own heart , and nothing is so plain ; ' Tis to mistake them , costs the time and pain . V. Vice ...
... Vice or Virtue there is none at all . If white and black blend , soften , and unite A thousand ways , is there no black or white ? Ask your own heart , and nothing is so plain ; ' Tis to mistake them , costs the time and pain . V. Vice ...
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... Vice or Virtue , whether blest or curst , Which meets contempt , or which compassion first ? Count all th ' advantage prosp'rous Vice attains , ' Tis but what Virtue flies from and disdains : And grant the bad what happiness they would ...
... Vice or Virtue , whether blest or curst , Which meets contempt , or which compassion first ? Count all th ' advantage prosp'rous Vice attains , ' Tis but what Virtue flies from and disdains : And grant the bad what happiness they would ...
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ALEXANDER POPE Balaam beauty blessing blest charms Colley Cibber Court Critics Dæmons divine Dryden Duke Dunciad e'er Earl of Burlington ease eighteenth century Epistle Essay on Criticism ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate flow'rs Folly fool gen'ral gen'rous genius give glory Gnome grace happy heart Heav'n honour Horace King knave laws learn'd live Lord Lord Bolingbroke Lord Fanny Lord Hervey lov'd mankind mind Moral Essays Muse Nature ne'er never numbers nymph o'er once painted Passion pleas'd pleasure poem Poet poetry Pope Pope's pow'r praise pray'r pride proud Queen rage Reason rhyme rich rise rules Sappho Satire Scriblerus Club Self-love sense shine soul spirit Sylphs taste tears Thalestris thee things thou thought thro tremble Truth verse Vice Virtue Walpole Warburton Whig whole Wife wise write
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Страница 74 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent : Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns : To him no high, no low, no great, no small ; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
Страница 13 - The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar : When Ajax strives some rock's vast- weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow ; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Страница 35 - Who gave the ball or paid the visit last; 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.
Страница 155 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Страница 66 - AWAKE, my St. John ! leave all meaner things To low ambition and -the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die...
Страница 30 - 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 15 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 'em all.
Страница 118 - I give and I devise" (old Euclio said, And sigh'd) "my lands and tenements to Ned." Your money, Sir? "My money, Sir! what, all? Why,— if I must— (then wept) I give it Paul.
Страница 1 - Happy the man*, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter, fire.
Страница 43 - Ease, pleasure, virtue, all our sex resign. Methinks already I your tears survey, Already hear the horrid things they say, Already see you a degraded toast, And all your honour in a whisper lost ! no How shall I then your helpless fame defend? 'Twill then be infamy to seem your friend ! And shall this prize, th...
Страница 116 - Wharton, the scorn and wonder of our days, Whose ruling Passion was the Lust of Praise; Born with whate'er could win it from the Wise, Women and Fools must like him or he dies; Tho' wond'ring Senates hung on all he spoke, The Club must hail him master of the joke.