The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: With His Last Corrections, Additions, and Improvements. From the Text of Dr. Warburton. With the Life of the Author ...W. Durrell, 1812 |
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... face , For life predestin'd to the gnomes ' embrace . These swell their prospects , and exalt their pride , When offers are disdain'd , and love deny'd : Then gay ideas crowd the vacant brain , While peers , and dukes , and all their ...
... face , For life predestin'd to the gnomes ' embrace . These swell their prospects , and exalt their pride , When offers are disdain'd , and love deny'd : Then gay ideas crowd the vacant brain , While peers , and dukes , and all their ...
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... face ; Sees by degrees a purer blush arise , And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes . The busy sylphs surround their darling care ; These set the head , and those divide the hair ; Some fold the sleeve , whilst others plait the gown ...
... face ; Sees by degrees a purer blush arise , And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes . The busy sylphs surround their darling care ; These set the head , and those divide the hair ; Some fold the sleeve , whilst others plait the gown ...
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... face , and you'll forget ' em all . This nymph , to the destruction of mankind , Nourish'd two Locks which graceful hung behind In equal curls , and well conspir'd to deck With shining ringlets the smooth iv'ry neck . Love in these ...
... face , and you'll forget ' em all . This nymph , to the destruction of mankind , Nourish'd two Locks which graceful hung behind In equal curls , and well conspir'd to deck With shining ringlets the smooth iv'ry neck . Love in these ...
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... , of all monarchs , only grasps the globe ? The Baron now his Diamonds pours apace : Th ' embroider'd King , who shows but half his face , -75 And his refulgent Queen , with pow'rs combin'd Of broken THE RAPE OF THE LOCK . 21.
... , of all monarchs , only grasps the globe ? The Baron now his Diamonds pours apace : Th ' embroider'd King , who shows but half his face , -75 And his refulgent Queen , with pow'rs combin'd Of broken THE RAPE OF THE LOCK . 21.
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... face of light , Down to the central earth , his proper scene , Repair'd to search the gloomy cave of Spleen . Swift on his sooty pinions flits the gnome , And in a vapour reach'd the dismal dome . No cheerful breeze this sullen region ...
... face of light , Down to the central earth , his proper scene , Repair'd to search the gloomy cave of Spleen . Swift on his sooty pinions flits the gnome , And in a vapour reach'd the dismal dome . No cheerful breeze this sullen region ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ancient arms bard beauty Belinda bliss bold Carthusian catch the lightning charms court critics cry'd dæmon divine Dryope Dulness e'er Eurydice ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame Fate fear fire flame flow'rs folly fools gen'rous genius giv'n glory gnome grace hair hear heart heav'n hell Heraclitus honour immortal judgment king knave Knight Latium laws learn'd learning lord mankind meads of asphodel merit mighty mind Muse Muse's ne'er numbers nymph o'er once painted passions pleas'd poet's poets pow'r prais'd praise pray'r pride proud rage rev'rend rise rules sacred Satire SATIRE IV Satire's sense shade shame shine sins skies smile soft soul spleen spouse sung sure sylphs Thalestris thee things thou thought thro tongue trembling true truth Twas Umbriel vice vile virtue Virtue's Whig whore wife win widows wing wise write youth
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Página 113 - The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar : When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow ; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Página 108 - While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind ; But more...
Página 107 - A little learning is a dangerous thing ; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring : There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, And drinking largely sobers us again.
Página 16 - Or roll the planets through the boundless sky. Some less refin'd, beneath the moon's pale light Pursue the stars that shoot athwart the night, Or suck the mists in grosser air below, Or dip their pinions in the painted bow, Or brew fierce tempests on the wintry main, Or o'er the glebe distil the kindly rain.
Página 113 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense: Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar.
Página 208 - 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 touch'd and sham'd by ridicule alone.
Página 35 - Now Jove suspends his golden scales in air, Weighs the men's wits against the lady's hair; The doubtful beam long nods from side to side; At length the wits mount up, the hairs subside. See fierce Belinda on the baron flies, With more than usual lightning in her eyes: Nor fear'd the chief th' unequal fight to try, Who sought no more than on his foe to die.
Página 13 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike.
Página 19 - Who gave the ball, or paid the visit last; One speaks the glory of the British queen, And one describes a charming Indian screen; A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes; At every word a reputation dies.
Página 110 - Some to conceit alone their taste confine, And glittering thoughts struck out at every line ; Pleased with a work where nothing's just or fit, One glaring chaos and wild heap of wit. Poets, like painters, thus unskill'd to trace The naked nature and the living grace, With gold and jewels cover every part, And hide with ornaments their want of art.