The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: To which is Prefixed the Life of the AuthorCrissy & Markley, 1851 - 484 страница |
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... heart ; By nature honest , by experience wise , Healthy by temp'rance and by exercise , His life , though long , to sickness pass'd unknown ; His death was instant , and without a groan . any The education of our great author was ...
... heart ; By nature honest , by experience wise , Healthy by temp'rance and by exercise , His life , though long , to sickness pass'd unknown ; His death was instant , and without a groan . any The education of our great author was ...
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... heart to be en- gaged by a young gentleman , and in consequence of this attachment , rejected offers made to her by per- sons of quality , seconded by the solicitations of her uncle . Her guardian , being surprised at this beha viour ...
... heart to be en- gaged by a young gentleman , and in consequence of this attachment , rejected offers made to her by per- sons of quality , seconded by the solicitations of her uncle . Her guardian , being surprised at this beha viour ...
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... heart , and that upon the death of his mother he would not scruple to de- clare his sentiments , notwithstanding the reproaches he might incur from the popish party , and the public observation it would draw upon him . The Bishop of ...
... heart , and that upon the death of his mother he would not scruple to de- clare his sentiments , notwithstanding the reproaches he might incur from the popish party , and the public observation it would draw upon him . The Bishop of ...
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... me gain the prize , And make my tongue victorious as her eyes , No lambs or sheep for victims I'll impart , Thy victim , Love , shall be the shepherd s heart STREPHON . Me gentle Delia beckons from the plain , 10 POPE'S POETICAL WORKS.
... me gain the prize , And make my tongue victorious as her eyes , No lambs or sheep for victims I'll impart , Thy victim , Love , shall be the shepherd s heart STREPHON . Me gentle Delia beckons from the plain , 10 POPE'S POETICAL WORKS.
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... heart eternal winter reigns . Where stray ye , muses , in what lawn or grove , While your Alexis pines in hopeless love ? In those fair fields where sacred Isis glides , Or else where Cam his winding vales divides ? As in the chrystal ...
... heart eternal winter reigns . Where stray ye , muses , in what lawn or grove , While your Alexis pines in hopeless love ? In those fair fields where sacred Isis glides , Or else where Cam his winding vales divides ? As in the chrystal ...
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Addison Adrastus ALEXANDER POPE ancient bard Bavius beauty behold bless'd breast charms Cibber court cried critics Curll Dennis divine Dryden Dulness Dunciad e'en e'er Edmund Curll epigram EPISTLE Essay on Criticism eyes fair fame fate fire fix'd flame fool genius gentle give glory goddess grace happy hath head heart Heaven hero Homer honour Iliad king knave learn'd learned live lord Lord Bolingbroke mankind mind moral muse nature ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er once passion pleased pleasure poem poet Pope praise pride proud queen rage REMARKS rise sacred Sappho satire Scribl sense shade shine sighs sing skies smile soft soul Sylphs tears Thalestris Thebes thee thine things thou thought throne trembling true truth Twas verse Virgil virtue Westminster Abbey wife wise words wretched write youth
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Страница 55 - Not chaos-like together crush'd and bruised, But, as the world, harmoniously confused ; Where order in variety we see, And where, though all things differ, all agree.
Страница 103 - A brighter wash ; to curl their waving hairs, Assist their blushes, and inspire their airs ; Nay, oft, in dreams, invention we bestow, To change a flounce, or add a furbelow.
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Страница 117 - Rather than so, ah let me still survive, And burn in Cupid's flames — but burn alive. Restore the Lock ! she cries ; and all around, Restore the Lock ! the vaulted roofs rebound.