Pope's einfluss auf Byron's jugenddichtungen ...

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E. Karras, 1877 - 29 pages

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Page 19 - Who for thy table feeds the wanton fawn, For him as kindly spread the flow'ry lawn : Is it for thee the lark ascends and sings? Joy tunes his voice, joy elevates his wings. Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat? Loves of his own and raptures swell the note.
Page 22 - Tho' learn'd, well-bred; and tho' well-bred, sincere; Modestly bold, and humanly severe: Who to a friend his faults can freely show, And gladly praise the merit of a foe? Blest with a taste exact, yet...
Page 20 - Joy tunes his voice, joy elevates his wings. Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat? Loves of his own and raptures swell the note. The bounding steed you pompously bestride, Shares with his lord the pleasure and the pride. Is thine alone the seed that strews the plain? The birds of heav'n shall vindicate their grain.
Page 21 - Its gaudy colours spreads on every place ; The face of nature we no more survey, All glares alike, without distinction gay ; But true expression, like th' unchanging sun, Clears and improves whate'er it shines upon ; It gilds all objects, but it alters none.
Page 20 - Science' self destroy'd her favourite son ! Yes, she too much indulged thy fond pursuit, She sow'd the seeds, but death has reap'd the fruit. 'Twas thine own genius gave the...
Page 20 - White ! * while life was in its spring, And thy young muse just waved her joyous wing, The spoiler came; and all thy promise fair Has sought the grave, to sleep for ever there. Oh ! what a noble heart was here undone, When science...
Page 14 - Through this day's life or death. This day, be bread and peace my lot; All else beneath the sun, Thou know'st if best bestowed or not: And let thy will be done. To thee, whose temple is all space. Whose altar earth, sea, skies, One chorus let all being raise, All nature's incense rise!
Page 12 - Blest paper-credit ! last and best supply ! That lends corruption lighter wings to fly. Gold imp'd by thee, can compass hardest things, Can pocket states, can fetch or carry kings ; A single leaf shall waft an army o'er, Or ship off senates to...
Page 14 - Let not this weak unknowing hand Presume Thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge Thy foe.
Page 21 - And crouched hem, and bad God schuld hem blesse, And made al secur y-nowh with holinesse. Thus ben thay weddid with solempnite ; And atte fest sittith he and sche With othir worthy folk upon the deys. Al ful of joy and blis is the paleys, And ful of instrumentz, and of vitaile, The moste deintevous of al Ytaile. Biforn hem stood such instruments of soun, That Orpheus, ne of Thebes Amphioun, 9590 Ne maden never such a melodye.

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