The Poetical Works of A. Pope: Including His Translation of Homer , to which is Prefixed the Life of the Author |
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... Heaven's unmeasured height , And Hell's abyss , hide nothing from your sight , ( We , 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 ...
... Heaven's unmeasured height , And Hell's abyss , hide nothing from your sight , ( We , 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 ...
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... heaven to hear . Of Orpheus now no more let poets tell ; To bright Cecilia greater power is given : His numbers raised a shade from hell , Hers lift the soul to heaven . TWO CHORUSSES TO THE TRAGEDY OF BRUTUS , Altered from Shakspeare ...
... heaven to hear . Of Orpheus now no more let poets tell ; To bright Cecilia greater power is given : His numbers raised a shade from hell , Hers lift the soul to heaven . TWO CHORUSSES TO THE TRAGEDY OF BRUTUS , Altered from Shakspeare ...
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... Heaven decrees ! with Heaven who can contest ? Some thought it mounted to the lunar sphere , Since all things lost on earth are treasured there : There heroes ' wits are kept in ponderous vases , And beaus ' in snuff - boxes and tweezer ...
... Heaven decrees ! with Heaven who can contest ? Some thought it mounted to the lunar sphere , Since all things lost on earth are treasured there : There heroes ' wits are kept in ponderous vases , And beaus ' in snuff - boxes and tweezer ...
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... Heaven 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 ...
... Heaven 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 ...
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... heaven seize it , all at once ' tis fired : Not touch'd , but rapt ; not waken'd , but inspired ! Oh come ! oh teach me nature to subdue , Renounce my love , my life , myself — and you . Fill my fond heart with God alone , for he Alone ...
... heaven seize it , all at once ' tis fired : Not touch'd , but rapt ; not waken'd , but inspired ! Oh come ! oh teach me nature to subdue , Renounce my love , my life , myself — and you . Fill my fond heart with God alone , for he Alone ...
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Page 57 - ... 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 mixt; sweet recreation: And innocence, which most does please With meditation.
Page 69 - And hence th' egregious wizard shall foredoom The fate of Louis and the fall of Rome. Then cease, bright nymph ! to mourn thy ravish'd hair, Which adds new glory to the shining sphere ! Not all the tresses that fair head can boast, Shall draw such envy as the Lock you lost. For, after all. the murders of your eye, When, after millions slain, yourself shall die ; When those fair suns shall set, as set they must, And all those tresses shall be laid in dust ; This Lock the Muse shall consecrate to fame,...
Page 52 - See from the brake the whirring pheasant springs, And mounts exulting on triumphant wings : Short is his joy; he feels the fiery -wound, Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground. Ah ! what avail his glossy, varying dyes, His purple crest, and scarlet-circled eyes, The vivid green his shining plumes unfold, His painted wings, and breast that flames with gold?
Page 58 - Some beauties -yet no precepts can declare, For there's a happiness as well as care. Music resembles poetry ; in each Are nameless graces which no methods teach, And which a master-hand alone can reach. If, where the rules not far enough extend, (Since rules were made but to promote their end,) Some lucky license answer to the full Th" intent proposed, that license is a rule.
Page 59 - She gives in large recruits of needful pride ; For as in bodies, thus in souls, we find What wants in blood and spirits, swell'd with wind : Pride, where wit fails, steps in to our defence, And fills up all the mighty void of sense.
Page 68 - Clipp'd from the lovely head where late it grew) That, while my nostrils draw the vital air, This hand, which won it, shall for ever wear.
Page 69 - Just where the breath of life his nostrils drew, A charge of snuff the wily virgin threw. The gnomes direct, to every atom just, The pungent grains of titillating dust. Sudden, with starting tears each eye o'erflows, And the high dome re-echoes to his nose. " Now meet thy fate," incensed Belinda cried, And drew a deadly bodkin from her side.
Page xxx - Of genius, that power which constitutes a poet ; that quality without which judgment is cold, and knowledge is inert ; that energy which collects, combines, amplifies, and animates ; the superiority must, with some hesitation, be allowed to Dryden. It is not to be inferred, that of this poetical vigour Pope had only a little, because Dryden had more : for every other writer since Milton must give place to Pope ; and even of Dryden it must be said, that, if he has brighter paragraphs, he has not better...
Page 51 - See heaven its sparkling portals wide display, And break upon thee in a flood of day ! No more the rising Sun shall gild the morn, Nor...
Page 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.