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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... strange motive , goddess ! could compel A well - bred lord t ' assault a gentle belle ? O say , what stranger cause , yet unexplor'd , Could make a gentle belle reject a lord ? In tasks so bold can little men engage ? And in soft bosoms ...
... strange motive , goddess ! could compel A well - bred lord t ' assault a gentle belle ? O say , what stranger cause , yet unexplor'd , Could make a gentle belle reject a lord ? In tasks so bold can little men engage ? And in soft bosoms ...
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... Strange phantoms rising as the mists arise ; Dreadful as hermits ' dreams in haunted shades , Or bright as visions of expiring maids . Now glaring fiends , and snakes on rolling spires , Pale spectres , gaping tombs , and purple fires ...
... Strange phantoms rising as the mists arise ; Dreadful as hermits ' dreams in haunted shades , Or bright as visions of expiring maids . Now glaring fiends , and snakes on rolling spires , Pale spectres , gaping tombs , and purple fires ...
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... Strange phantoms dance around , and skim before your sight . Then , Sir , be cautious , nor too rashly deem ; 805 Heav'n knows how seldom things are what they seem ! Consult your reason , and you soon shall find ' Twas you were jealous ...
... Strange phantoms dance around , and skim before your sight . Then , Sir , be cautious , nor too rashly deem ; 805 Heav'n knows how seldom things are what they seem ! Consult your reason , and you soon shall find ' Twas you were jealous ...
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... strange chance a modest blush be rais'd , Be sure my fine complexion must be prais'd . My garments always must be new and gay , And feasts still kept upon my wedding day ; Then must my nurse be pleas'd , and favʼrite maid ; And endless ...
... strange chance a modest blush be rais'd , Be sure my fine complexion must be prais'd . My garments always must be new and gay , And feasts still kept upon my wedding day ; Then must my nurse be pleas'd , and favʼrite maid ; And endless ...
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... strange delight , How the first female ( as the Scriptures show ) Brought her own spouse and all his race to woe ; How Samson fell ; and he whom Dejanire Wrapp'd in th ' envenom'd shirt , and set on fire ; How curs'd Eriphyle her lord ...
... strange delight , How the first female ( as the Scriptures show ) Brought her own spouse and all his race to woe ; How Samson fell ; and he whom Dejanire Wrapp'd in th ' envenom'd shirt , and set on fire ; How curs'd Eriphyle her lord ...
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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.