The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, 2. köideW. Pickering, 1851 |
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... fair body thus th ' informing soul With spirits feeds , with vigour fills the whole ; Each motion guides , and every nerve sustains , Itself unseen , but in th ' effects remains . Some , to whom Heaven in wit has been profuse , Want as ...
... fair body thus th ' informing soul With spirits feeds , with vigour fills the whole ; Each motion guides , and every nerve sustains , Itself unseen , but in th ' effects remains . Some , to whom Heaven in wit has been profuse , Want as ...
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... fair array , But with th ' occasion and the place comply , Conceal his force , nay , seem sometimes to fly . Those oft are stratagems which errors seem , Nor is it Homer nods , but we that dream . Still green with bays each ancient ...
... fair array , But with th ' occasion and the place comply , Conceal his force , nay , seem sometimes to fly . Those oft are stratagems which errors seem , Nor is it Homer nods , but we that dream . Still green with bays each ancient ...
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... fair art betray , And all the bright creation fades away ! Unhappy wit , like most mistaken things , Atones not for that envy which it brings : In youth alone its empty praise we boast , But soon the short - liv'd vanity is lost ; Like ...
... fair art betray , And all the bright creation fades away ! Unhappy wit , like most mistaken things , Atones not for that envy which it brings : In youth alone its empty praise we boast , But soon the short - liv'd vanity is lost ; Like ...
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... fair sat panting at a courtier's play , And not a mask went unimprov'd away ; The modest fan was lifted up no more , And virgins smil'd at what they blush'd before . The following license of a foreign reign Did all the dregs of bold ...
... fair sat panting at a courtier's play , And not a mask went unimprov'd away ; The modest fan was lifted up no more , And virgins smil'd at what they blush'd before . The following license of a foreign reign Did all the dregs of bold ...
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... fair ; Or tread the mazy round his followers trod , And quitting sense call imitating God ; As eastern priests in giddy circles run , And turn their heads to imitate the sun , Go , teach Eternal Wisdom how to rule- Then drop into ...
... fair ; Or tread the mazy round his followers trod , And quitting sense call imitating God ; As eastern priests in giddy circles run , And turn their heads to imitate the sun , Go , teach Eternal Wisdom how to rule- Then drop into ...
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ALEXANDER POPE Ambrose Philips ANTISTROPHE Balaam beauty behold bless'd blessing bliss breast breath C¿sar Catiline charms Countess of Suffolk cried critics crown'd dame dear death e'en e'er ease envy EPISTLE ESSAY ON CRITICISM Eurydice Eustace Budgell eyes fair fame fate fire fix'd flame fool gentle gold grace Gulliver's Travels happiness heart Heaven honour Houyhnhnm join'd king knave knight lady learn'd learning live lord lov'd lyre man's mankind mind Muse nature nature's ne'er never numbers nymph o'er once Ovid pain parterre passion pleas'd pleasure poet Pope praise pride proud rage rais'd reason rise rules sage Sappho self-love SEMICHORUS sense shade shine sigh skies SMIL soft soul spouse squire taste thee things thou thought true Twas tyrant virtue whate'er whole wife wise youth
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Page 83 - The only point where human bliss stands still, And tastes the good without the fall to ill ; Where only merit constant pay receives, Is...
Page 49 - Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of Mankind is Man. Plac'd on this isthmus of a middle state, A Being darkly wise, and rudely great: With too much knowledge for the Sceptic side, With too much weakness for the Stoic's pride, He hangs between; in doubt to act, or rest, In doubt to deem himself a God, or Beast; In doubt his Mind or Body to prefer...
Page 153 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
Page 13 - A perfect judge will read each work of wit With the same spirit that its author writ : Survey the whole, nor seek slight faults to find Where Nature moves, and rapture warms the mind ; Nor lose, for that malignant dull delight, The gen'rous pleasure to be charm'd with wit.
Page 86 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than heaven pursue.
Page 7 - First follow Nature, and your judgment frame By her just standard, which is still the same: Unerring Nature, still divinely bright, One clear, unchanged, and universal light, Life, force, and beauty, must to all impart, At once the source, and end, and test of Art. Art from that fund each just supply provides; Works without show, and without pomp presides: In some fair body thus th...
Page 7 - Want as much more to turn it to its use ; For wit and judgment often are at strife, Though meant each other's aid, like man and wife.
Page 17 - Though oft the ear the open vowels tire ; While expletives their feeble aid do join ; And ten low words oft creep in one dull line ; While they ring round the same unvaried chimes, With sure returns of still expected rhymes ; Where'er you find "the cooling western breeze...
Page 47 - Cease then, nor order imperfection name : Our proper bliss depends on what we blame. Know thy own point : This kind, this due degree Of blindness, weakness, Heaven bestows on thee.
Page 18 - The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.