Miscellaneous Poems and Translations, 1. köideAlexander Pope Bernard Lintot, 1722 - 288 pages |
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Page 16
... Still bears the * name the hapless virgin bore , And bathes the forest where she rang'd before . In her chaft current oft ' the Goddess laves , And with celestial tears augments the waves . Oft ' in her glass the musing shepherd spies ...
... Still bears the * name the hapless virgin bore , And bathes the forest where she rang'd before . In her chaft current oft ' the Goddess laves , And with celestial tears augments the waves . Oft ' in her glass the musing shepherd spies ...
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... still , Might change Olympus for a nobler hill . Happy the man whom this bright court approves , His sov'reign favours , and his countrey loves ; Happy next him who to these shades retires , Whom nature charms , and whom the muse ...
... still , Might change Olympus for a nobler hill . Happy the man whom this bright court approves , His sov'reign favours , and his countrey loves ; Happy next him who to these shades retires , Whom nature charms , and whom the muse ...
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... Still in thy song should vanquish'd France appear , And bleed for ever under Britain's fpear . * Henry Howard E. of Surrey , one of the first refiners of the English Poerry ; who flourished in the time of Henry VIII . † Edward III ...
... Still in thy song should vanquish'd France appear , And bleed for ever under Britain's fpear . * Henry Howard E. of Surrey , one of the first refiners of the English Poerry ; who flourished in the time of Henry VIII . † Edward III ...
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... still an itching to deride , And fain would be upon the laughing fide : If Mavius fcribble in Apollo's spight , There are , who judge still worse than he can write . Some have at first for wits , then poets paft , Turn'd critics next ...
... still an itching to deride , And fain would be upon the laughing fide : If Mavius fcribble in Apollo's spight , There are , who judge still worse than he can write . Some have at first for wits , then poets paft , Turn'd critics next ...
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... still to make them more . Each might his sev'ral province well command , Would all but stoop to what they understand . First follow nature , and your judgment frame By her just standard , which is still the fame : Unerring nature , still ...
... still to make them more . Each might his sev'ral province well command , Would all but stoop to what they understand . First follow nature , and your judgment frame By her just standard , which is still the fame : Unerring nature , still ...
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Page 62 - The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head, With his own tongue still edifies his ears, And always list'ning to himself appears.
Page 83 - But chiefly Love — to Love an Altar built, Of twelve vast French romances, neatly gilt. There lay three garters, half a pair of gloves, And all the trophies of his former loves ; With tender billet-doux he lights the pyre, And breathes three amorous sighs to raise the fire.
Page 162 - Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies...
Page 81 - 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 42 - Great wits sometimes may gloriously offend, And rise to faults true critics dare not mend; From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part, And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art, Which, without passing thro' the judgment, gains The heart, and all its end at once attains.
Page 167 - Ev'n here, where frozen chastity retires, Love finds an altar for forbidden fires. I ought to grieve, but cannot what I ought; I mourn the lover, not lament the fault; I view my crime, but kindle at the view...
Page 166 - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, 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 52 - 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 92 - What boots the regal circle on his head, His giant limbs, in state unwieldy spread; That long behind he trails his pompous robe, And, of all monarchs, only grasps the globe? The baron now his diamonds pours apace; Th...
Page 128 - For others good, or melt at others woe. What can atone (oh ever-injur'd shade !) Thy fate unpity'd, and thy rites unpaid ? No friend's complaint, no kind domestic tear Pleas'd thy pale ghost, or grac'd thy mournful bier : By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd, By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd, By strangers honour'd, and by strangers mourn'd! What tho' no friends in sable weeds appear.