The Works of Mr. Alexander Pope, 1. köideW. Bowyer, 1717 - 408 pages |
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... mournful ftrain ! Of perjur❜d Doris , dying I complain ! pi Here where the mountains , lefs'ning as they rife , Lose the low vales , and fteal into the skies . While lab'ring Oxen , spent with toil and heat , In their loofe traces from ...
... mournful ftrain ! Of perjur❜d Doris , dying I complain ! pi Here where the mountains , lefs'ning as they rife , Lose the low vales , and fteal into the skies . While lab'ring Oxen , spent with toil and heat , In their loofe traces from ...
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... mournful lay ! The shepherds cry , " Thy flocks are left a prey Ah ! what avails it me , the flocks to keep , Who lost my heart while I preferv'd my sheep . Pan came , and ask'd , what magic caus'd my fmart , Or what ill eyes malignant ...
... mournful lay ! The shepherds cry , " Thy flocks are left a prey Ah ! what avails it me , the flocks to keep , Who lost my heart while I preferv'd my sheep . Pan came , and ask'd , what magic caus'd my fmart , Or what ill eyes malignant ...
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... mournful as the strains you fing . Nor rivers winding thro ' the vales below , So fweetly warble , or fo fmoothly flow . Now fleeping flocks on their foft fleeces lie , The moon , ferene in glory , mounts the sky , While filent birds ...
... mournful as the strains you fing . Nor rivers winding thro ' the vales below , So fweetly warble , or fo fmoothly flow . Now fleeping flocks on their foft fleeces lie , The moon , ferene in glory , mounts the sky , While filent birds ...
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... mournful Echo founds , Her name with pleasure once the taught the fhore , Now Daphne's dead , and pleasure is no more ! No grateful dews defcend from ev'ning skies , Nor morning odours from the flow'rs arife . No rich perfumes refresh ...
... mournful Echo founds , Her name with pleasure once the taught the fhore , Now Daphne's dead , and pleasure is no more ! No grateful dews defcend from ev'ning skies , Nor morning odours from the flow'rs arife . No rich perfumes refresh ...
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... mournful glance Sir Fopling upwards caft , * Those eyes are made fo killing --- was his last : Thus on Meander's flow'ry margin lies Th ' expiring Swan , and as he fings he dies . When bold Sir Plume had drawn Clarissa down , Chloe ...
... mournful glance Sir Fopling upwards caft , * Those eyes are made fo killing --- was his last : Thus on Meander's flow'ry margin lies Th ' expiring Swan , and as he fings he dies . When bold Sir Plume had drawn Clarissa down , Chloe ...
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Page 43 - The wolf also shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the kid; and the calf and the young lion and the fatling together; and a little child shall lead them.
Page 121 - Grace, And calls forth all the Wonders of her Face ; Sees by Degrees a purer Blush arise, And keener Lightnings quicken in her Eyes. The busy Sylphs surround their darling Care...
Page 132 - Soon as she spreads her hand, th' aerial guard Descend, and sit on each important card : First Ariel perch'd upon a matadore, Then each according to the rank they bore ; For sylphs, yet mindful of their ancient race, Are, as when women, wondrous fond of place.
Page 154 - Though mark'd by none but quick, poetic eyes: (So Rome's great founder to the heav'ns withdrew, To Proculus alone confess'd in view) A sudden star, it shot through liquid air, And drew behind a radiant trail of hair. Not Berenice's locks first rose so bright, The heav'ns bespangling with dishevel'd light.
Page 129 - And tremble at the sea that froths below ! He spoke ; the spirits from the sails descend , Some, orb in orb, around the nymph extend ; Some thrid the mazy ringlets of her hair ; Some hang upon the pendants of her ear ; With beating hearts the dire event they wait, Anxious, and trembling for the birth of Fate.
Page 117 - These, though unseen, are ever on the wing, Hang o'er the box, and hover round the ring.
Page 5 - If we would copy nature, it may be useful to take this idea along with us, that pastoral is an image of what they call the golden age. So that we are not to describe our shepherds as shepherds at this day really are, but as they may be conceived then to have been ; when the best of men followed the employment.
Page 112 - The Rosicrucians are a People I must bring You acquainted with. The best Account I know of them is in a French Book called Le Comte de Gabalis, which both in its Title and Size is so like a Novel, that many of the Fair Sex have read it for one by Mistake. According to these Gentlemen the four Elements are inhabited by Spirits, which they call Sylphs, Gnomes, Nymphs, and Salamanders. The Gnomes, or Daemons of Earth, delight in Mischief; but the Sylphs, whose Habitation is in the Air, are the best-conditioned...
Page 117 - Of airy Elves by Moonlight Shadows seen, The silver Token, and the circled Green, Or Virgins visited by Angel-Pow'rs, With Golden Crowns and Wreaths of heav'nly Flow'rs, Hear and believe!
Page 139 - Kiss, Not Tyrants fierce that unrepenting die, Not Cynthia when her Manteau's pinn'd awry, E'er felt such Rage, Resentment, and Despair, As Thou, sad Virgin ! for thy ravish'd Hair. For, that sad moment, when the Sylphs withdrew, And Ariel weeping from BELINDA flew, Umbriel...