The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: With His Last Corrections, Additions and Improvements, Volume 1T. & G. Palmer, 1804 - 754 pages |
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... thou , false guardian of a charge too good , Thou base betrayer of a brother's blood ! See on those ruby lips the trembling breath , Those cheeks now fading at the blast of death ; Lifeless the breast which warm'd the world before , And ...
... thou , false guardian of a charge too good , Thou base betrayer of a brother's blood ! See on those ruby lips the trembling breath , Those cheeks now fading at the blast of death ; Lifeless the breast which warm'd the world before , And ...
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... to Mr. Allen , who gave him his niece and his estate , and by consequence a bishoprick . When he died , he left him the property of his works ; a le- gacy which may be reasonably estimated at four thou- sand 42 LIFE OF POPE .
... to Mr. Allen , who gave him his niece and his estate , and by consequence a bishoprick . When he died , he left him the property of his works ; a le- gacy which may be reasonably estimated at four thou- sand 42 LIFE OF POPE .
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... thou- sand pounds . Pope lived at this time among the great , with that reception and respect to which his works entitled him , and which he had not impaired by any private mis- conduct or factious partiality . He published from time to ...
... thou- sand pounds . Pope lived at this time among the great , with that reception and respect to which his works entitled him , and which he had not impaired by any private mis- conduct or factious partiality . He published from time to ...
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... Thou shouldst not fail of numbers worthy thine ; The brightest ancients might at once agree To sing within my lays , and sing of thee . Horace himself would own thou dost excel In candid arts to play the critic well . Ovid himself might ...
... Thou shouldst not fail of numbers worthy thine ; The brightest ancients might at once agree To sing within my lays , and sing of thee . Horace himself would own thou dost excel In candid arts to play the critic well . Ovid himself might ...
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... thou , a Daphnis he ; While some old Damon , o'er the vulgar wise , Thinks he deserves , and thou deserv'st the prize ! Rapt with the thought , my fancy seeks the plains , And turns me shepherd while I hear the strains . Indulgent nurse ...
... thou , a Daphnis he ; While some old Damon , o'er the vulgar wise , Thinks he deserves , and thou deserv'st the prize ! Rapt with the thought , my fancy seeks the plains , And turns me shepherd while I hear the strains . Indulgent nurse ...
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Abelard Addison Æneid ALEXANDER POPE ancient ANTISTROPHE appear appear'd bard beauty behold breast breath bright charms courser crown'd Cynthus Daph Daphne delight Dryden Dunciad earth eclogues Eloisa envy eternal Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fire fix'd flames flocks flood flow'rs forests gales genius glory goddess grace groves heart heav'n Homer honour Iliad kind lays live Lord Bolingbroke lov'd lyre Mac Flecknoe mournful Muses nature numbers nymph o'er once op'ning pastoral Phaon Phœbus plains poem poet poetry Pope Pope's pow'r praise pray'r resound rise rocks sacred Sappho satire scene SEMICHORUS shade shepherds shine shore sighs silver sing Sir Richard Steele skies soft song soul spring strains streams Streph sung swains sylvan tears thee Theocritus thine thou thought translation trees trembling tuneful verses Virgil wat'ry weep winds Windsor write youth
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Page 21 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And, without sneering, teach the rest to sneer: Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike ; Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike...
Page 21 - Dreading ev'n fools, by flatterers besieged, 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 ev'ry 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?
Page 176 - And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast: There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow, There the first roses of the year shall blow; While angels with their silver wings o'ershade The ground now sacred by thy relics made. So peaceful rests, without a stone, a name, What once had beauty, titles, wealth, and fame.
Page 21 - 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...
Page 174 - Ambition first sprung from your blest abodes, The glorious fault of angels and of gods; Thence to their images on earth it flows, And in the breasts of kings and heroes glows.
Page 122 - The swain in barren deserts with surprise Sees lilies spring, and sudden verdure rise ; And starts amidst the thirsty wilds to hear New falls of water murmuring in his ear.
Page 17 - How lov'd, 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 ! Poets themselves must fall, like those they sung, Deaf the prais'd ear, and mute the tuneful tongue.
Page 121 - Oh spring to light, auspicious Babe, be born ! See, Nature hastes her earliest wreaths to bring, With all the incense of the breathing spring...
Page 123 - The lambs with wolves shall graze the verdant mead, And boys in flowery bands the tiger lead : The steer and lion at one crib shall meet, And harmless serpents lick the pilgrim's feet.
Page 164 - Thy life a long dead calm of fix'd repose; No pulse that riots, and no blood that glows. Still as the sea, ere winds were taught to blow, Or moving spirit bade the waters flow; Soft as the slumbers of a saint forgiv'n, And mild as op'ning gleams of promis'd heav'n.