The Works of Alexander Pope, Volumen2J.F. Dove, St. John's Square, 1822 |
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... sounds , and temper'd Pindar's fire : Pleas'd with Alcæus ' manly rage t ' infuse The softer spirit of the Sapphic Muse . The polish'd pillar diff'rent sculpture grace ; A work outlasting monumental brass . Here smiling Loves and ...
... sounds , and temper'd Pindar's fire : Pleas'd with Alcæus ' manly rage t ' infuse The softer spirit of the Sapphic Muse . The polish'd pillar diff'rent sculpture grace ; A work outlasting monumental brass . Here smiling Loves and ...
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... sounds were heard ; In various garbs promiscuous throngs appear'd ; 281 Thick as the bees , that with the spring renew Their flow'ry toils , and sip the fragrant dew , When the wing'd colonies first tempt the sky , O'er dusky fields and ...
... sounds were heard ; In various garbs promiscuous throngs appear'd ; 281 Thick as the bees , that with the spring renew Their flow'ry toils , and sip the fragrant dew , When the wing'd colonies first tempt the sky , O'er dusky fields and ...
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... sound , That fills the circuit of the world around ; Not all at once , as thunder breaks the cloud ; The notes at first were rather sweet than loud : By just degrees they ev'ry moment rise , Fill the wide earth , and gain upon the skies ...
... sound , That fills the circuit of the world around ; Not all at once , as thunder breaks the cloud ; The notes at first were rather sweet than loud : By just degrees they ev'ry moment rise , Fill the wide earth , and gain upon the skies ...
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... sounds ; Through the big dome the doubling thunder bounds ; Loud as the burst of cannon rends the skies , The dire report through ev'ry region flies , In ev'ry ear incessant rumours rung , And gath'ring scandals grew on ev'ry tongue ...
... sounds ; Through the big dome the doubling thunder bounds ; Loud as the burst of cannon rends the skies , The dire report through ev'ry region flies , In ev'ry ear incessant rumours rung , And gath'ring scandals grew on ev'ry tongue ...
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... sound , Loud laughs burst out , and bitter scoffs fly round , Whispers are heard , with taunts reviling loud , And scornful hisses run through all the crowd . 405 NOTES . 400 the sublime to the ridiculous . Chaucer , in his Temple of ...
... sound , Loud laughs burst out , and bitter scoffs fly round , Whispers are heard , with taunts reviling loud , And scornful hisses run through all the crowd . 405 NOTES . 400 the sublime to the ridiculous . Chaucer , in his Temple of ...
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Página 36 - The darksome pines, that o'er yon rocks reclin'd, Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wandering streams that shine between the hills, The grots that echo to the tinkling rills, The dying gales that pant upon the trees, The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze ; No more these scenes my meditation aid, Or lull to rest the visionary maid...
Página 89 - Then came the smallest tribe I yet had seen, Plain was their dress, and modest was their mien. Great idol of mankind ! we neither claim The praise of merit, nor aspire to fame ! But safe in deserts from th...
Página 42 - Ah come not, write not, think not once of me, Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee. Thy oaths I quit, thy memory resign; Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine. Fair eyes, and tempting looks (which yet I view!) Long lov'd, ador'd ideas!
Página 289 - The lust of lucre, and the dread of death. In vain to deserts thy retreat is made; The Muse attends thee to thy silent shade: 'Tis hers, the brave man's latest steps to trace, Rejudge his acts, and dignify disgrace. 30 When int'rest calls off all her sneaking train And all th...
Página 376 - Unblam'd through life, lamented in thy end. These are thy honours; not that here thy bust Is mix'd with heroes, or with kings thy dust; But that the Worthy and the Good shall say, Striking their pensive bosoms — Here lies GAY.
Página 32 - Some emanation of th' all-beauteous Mind. Those smiling eyes, attemp'ring every ray, Shone sweetly lambent with celestial day. Guiltless I gaz'd; heav'n listen'd while you sung; And truths divine came mended from that tongue. From lips like those what precept fail'd to move? Too soon they taught me 'twas no sin to love: Back through the paths of pleasing sense I ran, Nor wish'd an Angel whom I lov'da Man.
Página 35 - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow To the full-voiced quire below In service high and anthems clear As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
Página 294 - Michael Angelo's works have a strong, peculiar, and marked character: they seem to proceed from his own mind entirely, and that mind so rich and abundant, that he never needed, or seemed to disdain, to look abroad for foreign help. Raphael's materials are generally borrowed, though the noble structure is his own.
Página 375 - A poet, blest beyond the poet's fate, Whom Heaven kept sacred from the Proud and Great : Foe to loud praise, and friend to learned ease, Content with science in the vale of peace. Calmly he look'd on either life ; and here Saw nothing to regret, or there to fear ; From Nature's temperate feast rose satisfied, Thank'd Heaven that he had liv'd, and that he died.
Página 146 - Or else she dances with becoming grace, Or shape excuses the defects of face. There swims no goose so gray, but soon or late She finds some honest gander for her mate.