The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: To which is Prefixed the Life of the AuthorCrissy & Markley, 1851 - 484 страница |
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... praise , assent with civil leer , And , without sneering , others teach to sneer ; Willing to wound , and yet afraid to strike , Just hint a fault , and hesitate dislike ; Alike reserv'd to blame or to commend , A tim'rous foe , and a ...
... praise , assent with civil leer , And , without sneering , others teach to sneer ; Willing to wound , and yet afraid to strike , Just hint a fault , and hesitate dislike ; Alike reserv'd to blame or to commend , A tim'rous foe , and a ...
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... praises it has met with are not unmerit- ed , because whatever work is approved by the En- glish nation cannot be bad : but yet I hope I may be permitted to judge of that part of the preface which has been transmitted to me ; and I here ...
... praises it has met with are not unmerit- ed , because whatever work is approved by the En- glish nation cannot be bad : but yet I hope I may be permitted to judge of that part of the preface which has been transmitted to me ; and I here ...
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... praising good wri- ers , there was a merit in exposing bad ones ; though t does not hold infallibly true that each person stig- matized as a dunce was genuinely so . Something must be allowed to personal resentment : Mr. Pope was a man ...
... praising good wri- ers , there was a merit in exposing bad ones ; though t does not hold infallibly true that each person stig- matized as a dunce was genuinely so . Something must be allowed to personal resentment : Mr. Pope was a man ...
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... praise , With Waller's strains , or Granville's moving lays ' A milk - white bull shall at your altar stand , That threats a fight , and spurns the rising sand . DAPHNIS . O Love ! for Sylvia let me gain the prize , And make my tongue ...
... praise , With Waller's strains , or Granville's moving lays ' A milk - white bull shall at your altar stand , That threats a fight , and spurns the rising sand . DAPHNIS . O Love ! for Sylvia let me gain the prize , And make my tongue ...
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... praise ! Your praise the birds shall chant in every grove , And winds shall waft it to the powers above . But would you sing , and rival Orpheus ' strain , The wondering forests soon should dance again , The moving mountains hear the ...
... praise ! Your praise the birds shall chant in every grove , And winds shall waft it to the powers above . But would you sing , and rival Orpheus ' strain , The wondering forests soon should dance again , The moving mountains hear the ...
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Страница 11 - 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 240 - KNOW then thyself, presume not God to scan, The proper study of mankind is Man. Placed on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise, and rudely great; With too much knowledge for the sceptic side, With too much weakness for the stoic's pride, He hangs between; in doubt to act or rest; In doubt to deem himself a god, or beast; In doubt his mind or body to prefer...
Страница 231 - 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) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of Man ; A mighty maze! but not without a plan; A Wild, where weeds and flow'rs promiscuous shoot; Or Garden, tempting with forbidden fruit.
Страница 108 - T' inclose the Lock ; now joins it, to divide. Ev'n then, before the fatal engine closed, A wretched sylph too fondly interposed ; Fate urged the shears, and cut the sylph in twain, (But airy substance soon unites again;) The meeting points the sacred hair dissever From the fair head, for ever, and for ever ! Then flash'd the living lightning from her eyes, And screams of horror rend th
Страница 237 - See through this air, this ocean, and this earth, All matter quick, and bursting into birth! Above, how high progressive life may go ! Around, how wide ! how deep extend below ! Vast chain of being! which from God began; Natures ethereal, human, angel, man, Beast, bird, fish, insect, what no eye can see, No glass can reach; from infinite to thee; From thee to nothing...
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.
Страница 264 - Tis but to know how little can be known, To see all others' faults, and feel our own : Condemn'd in business or in arts to drudge, Without a second, or without a judge : Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land ? All fear, none aid you, and few understand.
Страница 120 - To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart, To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold...
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.