The poetical works of Alexander Pope, with life of the author and notes by J. LuptonW. Tegg, 1867 - 526 páginas |
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... bliss , Not ancient ladies when refused a kiss , Not tyrants fierce that unrepenting die , Not Cynthia when her manteau ' s pinn'd awry , E'er felt such rage , resentment , and despair , As thou , sad virgin ! for thy ravish'd hair . 10 ...
... bliss , Not ancient ladies when refused a kiss , Not tyrants fierce that unrepenting die , Not Cynthia when her manteau ' s pinn'd awry , E'er felt such rage , resentment , and despair , As thou , sad virgin ! for thy ravish'd hair . 10 ...
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... bliss , if bliss on earth there be ; And once the lot of Abelard and me . Alas , how changed ! what sudden horrors rise ! A naked lover bound and bleeding lies ! 100 Where , where was Eloise ? her voice , her hand , Her poniard had ...
... bliss , if bliss on earth there be ; And once the lot of Abelard and me . Alas , how changed ! what sudden horrors rise ! A naked lover bound and bleeding lies ! 100 Where , where was Eloise ? her voice , her hand , Her poniard had ...
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... pinions soar ; Wait the great teacher Death , and God adore : What future bliss , he gives not thee to know , Put gives that hope to be thy blessing now . Hope springs eternal in the human breast : Man never EP . I. ] ESSAY ON MAN . 173.
... pinions soar ; Wait the great teacher Death , and God adore : What future bliss , he gives not thee to know , Put gives that hope to be thy blessing now . Hope springs eternal in the human breast : Man never EP . I. ] ESSAY ON MAN . 173.
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... bliss of man , could pride that blessing find , Is not to act or think beyond mankind ; No powers of body or of soul to share , But what his nature and his state can bear . Why has not man a microscopic eye ? For this plain reason ...
... bliss of man , could pride that blessing find , Is not to act or think beyond mankind ; No powers of body or of soul to share , But what his nature and his state can bear . Why has not man a microscopic eye ? For this plain reason ...
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... great , no small ; He fills , He bounds , connects , and equals all . 280 x . Cease then , nor Order imperfection name : Our proper bliss depends on what we blame . Know thy own point : this kind , this due 178 [ EP . I. WORKS OF POPE .
... great , no small ; He fills , He bounds , connects , and equals all . 280 x . Cease then , nor Order imperfection name : Our proper bliss depends on what we blame . Know thy own point : this kind , this due 178 [ EP . I. WORKS OF POPE .
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Ambrose Philips ancient Balaam Bavius beauty Behold bless'd blessing bliss Book breast breath Cæsar charms Chartres Cibber Colley Cibber Countess of Suffolk court cried crown'd Cynthus divine dread Duchess of Marlborough Duchess of Montague Dulness Dunciad e'en e'er EPISTLE eternal eyes fair fame fate fire fix'd flames fool give glory goddess gold grace happiness hate head heart Heaven honour king knave laws learn'd live lord Lord Hervey mankind Mary Churchill mind mortal Muse nature nature's ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er once passion plain pleased pleasure poet Pope praise pride proud queen rage rhyme rich rise round rules sacred Sappho satire sense shade shine sighs sing skies soft soul sylphs taste tears Thalestris thee thine things thou throne trembling Twas Twickenham verse vice virtue whate'er wings wise youth
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Página 197 - Father of all! in every age, In every clime adored, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord! Thou Great First Cause, least understood, Who all my sense confined To know but this, that Thou art good, And that myself am blind; Yet gave me, in this dark estate, To see the good from ill; And binding Nature fast in fate, Left free the human will.
Página 157 - 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 flowers promiscuous shoot, Or garden tempting with forbidden fruit.
Página 159 - The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Página 197 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than Hell to shun, That, more than Heaven pursue.
Página 233 - Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys : So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks ; Or at the ear of Eve, familiar toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or...
Página 28 - 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...
Página 166 - 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...
Página 407 - 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.
Página 167 - Created half to rise, and half to fall ; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all ; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurl'd: The glory, jest, and riddle of the world...
Página 314 - So impudent I own myself no knave :} So odd, my country's ruin makes me grave. > Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to see Men not afraid of God afraid of me: Safe from the Bar, the Pulpit, and the Throne, Yet touched and shamed by ridicule alone.