The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: To which is Prefixed the Life of the AuthorCrissy & Markley, 1850 - 484 страница |
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... Sire , and thus reply ' He said , the Greeks their joint assent declare , The father said , the gen'rous Greeks relent , T'accept the ransom , and release the fair , Revere the priest and speak the joint assent , Not so the tyrant , he ...
... Sire , and thus reply ' He said , the Greeks their joint assent declare , The father said , the gen'rous Greeks relent , T'accept the ransom , and release the fair , Revere the priest and speak the joint assent , Not so the tyrant , he ...
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... sire he spies , While thousand grateful thoughts arise ; Or meets his spouse's fonder eye ; Or views his smiling progeny ; What tender passions take their turns . What home - felt raptures move ! His heart now melts , now leaps , now ...
... sire he spies , While thousand grateful thoughts arise ; Or meets his spouse's fonder eye ; Or views his smiling progeny ; What tender passions take their turns . What home - felt raptures move ! His heart now melts , now leaps , now ...
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... sire ; Troy , flamed in burning gold , and o'er the throne ' Arms and the man ' in golden cyphers shone . Four swans sustain a car of silver bright , With heads advanced , and pinions stretch'd fo flight : Here , like some furious ...
... sire ; Troy , flamed in burning gold , and o'er the throne ' Arms and the man ' in golden cyphers shone . Four swans sustain a car of silver bright , With heads advanced , and pinions stretch'd fo flight : Here , like some furious ...
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... sire against the son his arrows drew , O'er the wide fields the furious mother flew , And while her arms a second hope contain , Sprung from the rocks , and plunged into the main . But wave whate'er to Cadmus may belong , And fix , O ...
... sire against the son his arrows drew , O'er the wide fields the furious mother flew , And while her arms a second hope contain , Sprung from the rocks , and plunged into the main . But wave whate'er to Cadmus may belong , And fix , O ...
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... sire of gods and men , imperial Jove ! Is this the eternal doom decreed above ? On thy own offspring hast thou fix'd this fate , From the first birth of our unhappy state ; When banish'd Cadmus , wandering o'er the main , For lost ...
... sire of gods and men , imperial Jove ! Is this the eternal doom decreed above ? On thy own offspring hast thou fix'd this fate , From the first birth of our unhappy state ; When banish'd Cadmus , wandering o'er the main , For lost ...
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Achilles Ajax Alcinous Antilochus arms Asius Atrides behold beneath bless'd blood bold brave breast breath chariot charms chief coursers cries crown'd dart dead death descends Diomed divine dreadful Dunciad E'en eyes fair falchion fall fame fate fear feast field fierce fight fire fix'd flames flies fury glory goddess gods grace Grecian Greece Greeks hand haste hear heart heaven Hector hero honours Idomeneus Iliad Ilion immortal javelin Jove king labours live lord Lycian maid Menelaus mighty mind monarch mortal night numbers nymph o'er Pallas Patroclus Peleus plain poem poet Pope praise press'd Priam pride prince proud Pylian queen race rage rise round sacred shade shining shore sire skies slain soul spear spoke steeds stood Swift tears Telemachus thee thine thou throne thunder toils trembling Trojan Troy Tydeus Ulysses verse walls warrior woes wound wretched youth
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Страница 103 - 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 102 - Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
Страница 64 - Transform'd to combs, the speckled, and the white. Here files of pins extend their shining rows, Puffs, powders, patches, bibles, billet-doux. Now awful beauty puts on all its arms ; The fair each moment rises in her charms, Repairs her smiles, awakens...
Страница 57 - Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire. Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years, slide soft away, In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day : Sound sleep by night ; study and ease, Together mix'd ; sweet recreation, And innocence which most does please With meditation.
Страница 264 - O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head ; Then shine the vales, the rocks in prospect rise, A flood of glory bursts from all the skies : The conscious swains, rejoicing in the sight, Eye the blue vault, and bless the useful light.
Страница 125 - And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and Templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise— Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers load, On wings of winds came flying all abroad?
Страница 59 - No monstrous height, or breadth, or length appear ; The whole at once is bold, and regular. Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be. In every work regard the writer's end, Since none can compass more than they intend ; And if the means be just, the conduct true, Applause, in spite of trivial faults, is due. As men of breeding, sometimes men of wit, T...
Страница 102 - Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutored mind Sees GOD in clouds, or hears Him in the wind ; His soul proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or Milky Way ; Yet simple Nature to his hope has given, Behind the cloud-topt hill, an humbler heaven...
Страница 60 - But most by numbers judge a poet's song, And smooth or rough, with them, is right or wrong: In the bright muse, though thousand charms conspire, Her voice is all these tuneful fools admire...
Страница 65 - But chiefly Love — to Love an altar built, - Of twelve vast French romances, neatly gilt. There lay three garters, half a pair of gloves, And all the trophies of his former loves ; With tender billet-doux he lights the pyre, And breathes three amorous sighs to raise the fire : Then prostrate falls, and begs, with ardent eyes, Soon to obtain, and long possess the prize.