Selected Poems of Alexander PopeF. S. Crofts & Company, 1926 - 271 страница |
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... tears in the last line , or the slow , dirge - like cadence of the conclusion of the Dunciad , -is not the movement in each case something larger , which envel- opes the couplet and sweeps it along , rather than a mere succession of ...
... tears in the last line , or the slow , dirge - like cadence of the conclusion of the Dunciad , -is not the movement in each case something larger , which envel- opes the couplet and sweeps it along , rather than a mere succession of ...
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... tears begin to flow : Persians and Greeks like turns of nature found , And the world's victor stood subdued by Sound ! The pow'r of music all our hearts allow , And what Timotheus was , is DRYDEN now . Avoid Extremes ; and shun the ...
... tears begin to flow : Persians and Greeks like turns of nature found , And the world's victor stood subdued by Sound ! The pow'r of music all our hearts allow , And what Timotheus was , is DRYDEN now . Avoid Extremes ; and shun the ...
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... tears of brightest eyes could ease : Hear me , and touch Belinda with chagrin , That single act gives half the world the spleen . " The Goddess with a discontented air Seems to reject him , tho ' she grants his pray'r . A wond'rous Bag ...
... tears of brightest eyes could ease : Hear me , and touch Belinda with chagrin , That single act gives half the world the spleen . " The Goddess with a discontented air Seems to reject him , tho ' she grants his pray'r . A wond'rous Bag ...
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... tears survey , Already hear the horrid things they say , Already see you a degraded toast , And all your honour in a whisper lost ! How shall I , then , your helpless fame defend ? ' Twill then be infamy to seem your friend ! And shall ...
... tears survey , Already hear the horrid things they say , Already see you a degraded toast , And all your honour in a whisper lost ! How shall I , then , your helpless fame defend ? ' Twill then be infamy to seem your friend ! And shall ...
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... tears ; On her heav'd bosom hung her drooping head , Which , with a sigh , she rais'd ; and thus she said : " For ever curs'd be this detested day , Which snatch'd my best , my fav'rite curl away ! Happy ! ay ten times happy had I been ...
... tears ; On her heav'd bosom hung her drooping head , Which , with a sigh , she rais'd ; and thus she said : " For ever curs'd be this detested day , Which snatch'd my best , my fav'rite curl away ! Happy ! ay ten times happy had I been ...
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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 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.
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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.
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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.