The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: In Four Volumes Complete. With His Last Corrections, Additions, and Improvements. Carefully Collated and Compared with Former Editions: Together with Notes from the Various Critics and CommentatorsEditor, and sold, 1778 |
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Página ix
... , or a mere well - natur'd deed Can all defert in fciences exceed . ' Tis great delight to laugh at fome men's ways , But a much greater to give merit praise . VOL . I. b 1 20 To To Mr. POPE on his PASTORALS . IN thofe more.
... , or a mere well - natur'd deed Can all defert in fciences exceed . ' Tis great delight to laugh at fome men's ways , But a much greater to give merit praise . VOL . I. b 1 20 To To Mr. POPE on his PASTORALS . IN thofe more.
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... thofe more dull , as more cenforious days , Where few dare give , and fewer merit praise , A mufe fincere , that never flatt'ry knew , Pays what to friendfhip and defert is due . Young , yet judicious ; in your verse are found Art ...
... thofe more dull , as more cenforious days , Where few dare give , and fewer merit praise , A mufe fincere , that never flatt'ry knew , Pays what to friendfhip and defert is due . Young , yet judicious ; in your verse are found Art ...
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... thofe that shade The gentler Brow of the foft Lesbian maid ) Go to the good and juft , an awful train , Thy foul's delight , and glory of the fane : While thro ' the earth thy dear remembrance flies , " Sweet to the world , and grateful ...
... thofe that shade The gentler Brow of the foft Lesbian maid ) Go to the good and juft , an awful train , Thy foul's delight , and glory of the fane : While thro ' the earth thy dear remembrance flies , " Sweet to the world , and grateful ...
Página xxiii
... thofe chiefs fublimely prais'd ! Oft I the traces you have left explore , Your afhes vifit , and your urns adore ; ) Oft kifs , with lips devout , fome mould'ring ftone , With ivy's venerable fhade o'ergrown ; Those hallow'd ruins ...
... thofe chiefs fublimely prais'd ! Oft I the traces you have left explore , Your afhes vifit , and your urns adore ; ) Oft kifs , with lips devout , fome mould'ring ftone , With ivy's venerable fhade o'ergrown ; Those hallow'd ruins ...
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... thofe which are called Paftorals ; nor a fmaller , than of those which are truly fo . It therefore seems neceffary to give fome ac- count of this kind of Poem , and it is my defign to com- prize in this fhort paper the fubftance of ...
... thofe which are called Paftorals ; nor a fmaller , than of those which are truly fo . It therefore seems neceffary to give fome ac- count of this kind of Poem , and it is my defign to com- prize in this fhort paper the fubftance of ...
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Pasajes populares
Página 57 - 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 256 - What modes of sight betwixt each wide extreme, The mole's dim curtain, and the lynx's beam : Of smell, the headlong lioness between, And hound sagacious on the tainted green ; Of hearing, from the life that fills the flood, To that which warbles through the vernal wood. The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine ! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line...
Página 337 - To build, to plant, whatever you intend, To rear the column, or the arch to bend, To swell the terrace, or to sink the grot; In all, let Nature never be forgot.
Página 101 - What boots the regal circle on his head, His giant limbs, in state unwieldy spread; That long behind he trails his pompous robe, And, of all monarchs, only grasps the globe? The baron now his diamonds pours apace; Th...
Página 288 - Pursues that chain which links th' immense design, Joins heav'n and earth, and mortal and divine; Sees, that no being any bliss can know, But touches some above, and some below; Learns, from this union of the rising whole, The first, last purpose of the human soul; And knows where faith, law, morals, all began, All end, in love of God, and love of man.
Página 294 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe.
Página 284 - Go ! if your ancient, but ignoble blood Has crept through scoundrels ever since the flood, Go ! and pretend your family is young, Nor own your fathers have been fools so long. What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards ? Alas ! not all the blood of all the Howards. Look next on greatness : say where greatness lies, Where, but among the heroes and the wise...
Página 92 - And decks the goddess with the glittering spoil. This casket India's glowing gems unlocks, And all Arabia breathes from yonder box. The tortoise here and elephant unite, Transform'd to combs, the speckled and the white.
Página 279 - Parnassian laurels yield, Or reap'd in iron harvests of the field ? • Where grows ? — where grows it not? If vain our toil, We ought to blame the culture, not the soil...
Página 330 - In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half-hung, The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, On once a flock-bed, but repair'd with straw, With tape-tied curtains, never meant to draw, The George and Garter dangling from that bed Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red, Great Villiers lies — alas!