The works of Alexander Pope. With his last corrections, additions, and improvements; together with all his notes: pr. verbatim from the octavo ed. of mr. Warburton, 1. köide
C. Bathurst, 1770
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Aonia Argos beſt bleft breaft charms crown'd Cynthus D¿mons Dryope eaſe Eclogue ev'n ev'ry eyes facred faid fair fame fate fatire feas feem fenfe fhades fhall fhining fhould fide fighs filent filver fince fing fire firft firſt fkies flain flames flow'rs foft fome fons foon foul fpring ftill ftrains ftreams fubject fuch fung fure fwell Gnome grace groves heart heav'n himſelf honours IMITATIONS inſpire Jove juft laft laſt lefs loft lyre mihi moft moſt Mufe mufic muft muſt night numbers Nymph o'er paffions Paftoral paſt Phaon Phoebus pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure Poem Poets pow'r praiſe rage raiſe refound reft reign rife Sappho ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſkies ſky ſpouſe ſpread ſtill Sylphs tears Thebes thee thefe Theocritus theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro trembling Tydeus Umbriel uſe verfe Virg Virgil virgin whofe whoſe wife youth
Page 113 - Now awful beauty puts on all its arms ; The fair each moment rises in her charms, Repairs her smiles, awakens every grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face : Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes.
Page 115 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide: If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.
Page 100 - And bless their Critic with a Poet's fire. An ardent Judge, who zealous in his trust, With warmth gives sentence, yet is always just ; Whose own example strengthens all his laws ; And is himself that great Sublime he draws.
Page 127 - For, that sad moment, when the sylphs withdrew^ And Ariel weeping from Belinda flew, Umbriel, a dusky, melancholy sprite, As ever sullied the fair face of light, Down to the central earth, his proper scene, Repair'd to search the gloomy cave of Spleen.
Page 170 - Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence., and a dread repose: Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Page 92 - Where a new world leaps out at his command, And ready nature waits upon his hand ; When the ripe colours...
Page 166 - Nor foes nor fortune take this pow'r away; And is my Abelard less kind than they? Tears still are mine, and those I need not spare...
Page 89 - Jove Now burns with glory, and then melts with love; Now his fierce eyes with sparkling fury glow, Now sighs steal out, and tears begin to flow: Persians and Greeks like turns of nature found.
Page 119 - 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: 140 With beating hearts the dire event they wait, Anxious, and trembling for the birth of Fate.
Page 36 - 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 evening Cynthia fill her silver horn; But lost, dissolved in thy superior rays, One tide of glory, one unclouded blaze O'erflow thy courts; the Light himself shall shine Reveal'd, and God's eternal day be thine!