The Poetical Works of Alexander PopeW.P. Nimmo, 1878 - 448 pages |
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... shades more sweetly recommend the light , So modest plainness sets off sprightly wit . 300 For works may have more wit than does them good , As bodies perish through excess of blood . Others for language all their care express , 310 And ...
... shades more sweetly recommend the light , So modest plainness sets off sprightly wit . 300 For works may have more wit than does them good , As bodies perish through excess of blood . Others for language all their care express , 310 And ...
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... shade , pursue ; But like a shadow , proves the substance true ; For envied wit , like Sol eclipsed , makes known The opposing body's grossness , not its own , When first that sun too powerful beams displays , 470 It draws up vapours ...
... shade , pursue ; But like a shadow , proves the substance true ; For envied wit , like Sol eclipsed , makes known The opposing body's grossness , not its own , When first that sun too powerful beams displays , 470 It draws up vapours ...
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... shade and light ; When mellowing years their full perfection give , 490 And each bold figure just begins to live , The treacherous colours the fair art betray , And all the bright creation fades away ! Unhappy wit , like most mistaken ...
... shade and light ; When mellowing years their full perfection give , 490 And each bold figure just begins to live , The treacherous colours the fair art betray , And all the bright creation fades away ! Unhappy wit , like most mistaken ...
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... shade ! receive , This praise at least a grateful muse may give : The muse , whose early voice you taught to sing , Prescribed her heights , and pruned her tender wing , 1 Essay on Poetry by the Duke of Buckingham . Our poet is not the ...
... shade ! receive , This praise at least a grateful muse may give : The muse , whose early voice you taught to sing , Prescribed her heights , and pruned her tender wing , 1 Essay on Poetry by the Duke of Buckingham . Our poet is not the ...
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... shades from day's detested glare , She sighs for ever on her pensive bed , Pain at her side , and megrim at her head . Two handmaids wait the throne : alike in place , But differing far in figure and in face . Here stood ill - nature ...
... shades from day's detested glare , She sighs for ever on her pensive bed , Pain at her side , and megrim at her head . Two handmaids wait the throne : alike in place , But differing far in figure and in face . Here stood ill - nature ...
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Page 76 - All nature is but art, unknown to thee ; All chance, direction, which thou canst not see ; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good. And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear,
Page 414 - How loved, how honour'd once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot ; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
Page 69 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Page 18 - 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...
Page 15 - Tis not a lip, or eye, we beauty call, But the joint force and full result of all.
Page 165 - tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out : Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land. What walls can guard me, or what shades can hide? They pierce my thickets, thro...
Page 111 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe.
Page 83 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen ; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Page 176 - Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings, This painted child of dirt, that stinks and stings; Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys; So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
Page 112 - Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.