The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: To which is Prefixed the Life of the AuthorCrissy & Markley, 1850 - 484 strani |
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... wretched parent's pain , And give Chryseis to these arms again ; If mercy fail , yet let my present move , And dread avenging Phœbus , son of Jove . But oh ! relieve a hapless parent's pain , And give my daughter to these arms again ...
... wretched parent's pain , And give Chryseis to these arms again ; If mercy fail , yet let my present move , And dread avenging Phœbus , son of Jove . But oh ! relieve a hapless parent's pain , And give my daughter to these arms again ...
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... wretched mortals ! lost in doubts below , But guess by rumour , and but boast we know ) Oh ! say what heroes , fired by thirst of fame , Or urged by wrongs , to Troy's destruction came ! To count them all , demands a thousand tongues ...
... wretched mortals ! lost in doubts below , But guess by rumour , and but boast we know ) Oh ! say what heroes , fired by thirst of fame , Or urged by wrongs , to Troy's destruction came ! To count them all , demands a thousand tongues ...
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... wretched shepherd ! what avails thy art , To cure thy lambs , but not to heal thy heart ! Let other swains attend the rural care , Feed fairer flocks , or richer fleeces shear : But nigh yon mountain let me tune my lays , Embrace my ...
... wretched shepherd ! what avails thy art , To cure thy lambs , but not to heal thy heart ! Let other swains attend the rural care , Feed fairer flocks , or richer fleeces shear : But nigh yon mountain let me tune my lays , Embrace my ...
Stran 67
... wretched Sylph too fondly interposed ; Fate urged the shears , and cut the Sylph in twain ; ( But airy substance soon unites again ; ) The meeting points the sacred hair dissever , From the fair head , for ever , and for ever ! Then ...
... wretched Sylph too fondly interposed ; Fate urged the shears , and cut the Sylph in twain ; ( But airy substance soon unites again ; ) The meeting points the sacred hair dissever , From the fair head , for ever , and for ever ! Then ...
Stran 68
... wretched maid ! ' she spread her hands , and cried , ( While Hampton's echoes , ' wretched maid ! ' replied , ) Was it for this you took such constant care The bodkin , comb , and essence to prepare ? For this your locks in paper ...
... wretched maid ! ' she spread her hands , and cried , ( While Hampton's echoes , ' wretched maid ! ' replied , ) Was it for this you took such constant care The bodkin , comb , and essence to prepare ? For this your locks in paper ...
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Achilles Ajax Alcinous Antilochus arms Asius Atrides behold beneath bless'd blood bold brave breast breath chariot charms chief coursers cries crown'd dart dead death descends Diomed divine dreadful Dunciad E'en eyes fair falchion fall fame fate fear feast field fierce fight fire fix'd flames flies fury glory goddess gods grace Grecian Greece Greeks hand haste hear heart heaven Hector hero honours Idomeneus Iliad Ilion immortal javelin Jove king labours live lord Lycian maid Menelaus mighty mind monarch mortal night numbers nymph o'er Pallas Patroclus Peleus plain poem poet Pope praise press'd Priam pride prince proud Pylian queen race rage rise round sacred shade shining shore sire skies slain soul spear spoke steeds stood Swift tears Telemachus thee thine thou throne thunder toils trembling Trojan Troy Tydeus Ulysses verse walls warrior woes wound wretched youth
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Stran 103 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent: Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
Stran 102 - Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
Stran 64 - Transform'd to combs, the speckled, and the white. Here files of pins extend their shining rows, Puffs, powders, patches, bibles, billet-doux. Now awful beauty puts on all its arms ; The fair each moment rises in her charms, Repairs her smiles, awakens...
Stran 57 - Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire. Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years, slide soft away, In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day : Sound sleep by night ; study and ease, Together mix'd ; sweet recreation, And innocence which most does please With meditation.
Stran 264 - O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head ; Then shine the vales, the rocks in prospect rise, A flood of glory bursts from all the skies : The conscious swains, rejoicing in the sight, Eye the blue vault, and bless the useful light.
Stran 125 - And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and Templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise— Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers load, On wings of winds came flying all abroad?
Stran 59 - No monstrous height, or breadth, or length appear ; The whole at once is bold, and regular. Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be. In every work regard the writer's end, Since none can compass more than they intend ; And if the means be just, the conduct true, Applause, in spite of trivial faults, is due. As men of breeding, sometimes men of wit, T...
Stran 102 - Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutored mind Sees GOD in clouds, or hears Him in the wind ; His soul proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or Milky Way ; Yet simple Nature to his hope has given, Behind the cloud-topt hill, an humbler heaven...
Stran 60 - 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...
Stran 65 - But chiefly Love — to Love an altar built, - Of twelve vast French romances, neatly gilt. There lay three garters, half a pair of gloves, And all the trophies of his former loves ; With tender billet-doux he lights the pyre, And breathes three amorous sighs to raise the fire : Then prostrate falls, and begs, with ardent eyes, Soon to obtain, and long possess the prize.