Miscellaneous Poems and Translations, 1. köideAlexander Pope Bernard Lintot, 1722 - 288 pages |
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... Pleas'd , in the Gen'rals fight , the hoft lie down Sudden , before fome unfufpecting town , The captive race , one inftant makes our prize , And high in air Britannia's standard flies . See ! from the brake the whirring pheafant ...
... Pleas'd , in the Gen'rals fight , the hoft lie down Sudden , before fome unfufpecting town , The captive race , one inftant makes our prize , And high in air Britannia's standard flies . See ! from the brake the whirring pheafant ...
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... Pleas'd in the filent fhade with empty praife ;. Enough for me , that to the lift'ning fwains First in these fields I fung the fylvan strains . MESSIAH . AN AN AR AN A MESSIAH . A SACRED ECLOGUE 26 Mifcellaneous POEMS Where peace ...
... Pleas'd in the filent fhade with empty praife ;. Enough for me , that to the lift'ning fwains First in these fields I fung the fylvan strains . MESSIAH . AN AN AR AN A MESSIAH . A SACRED ECLOGUE 26 Mifcellaneous POEMS Where peace ...
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... Pleas'd the green luftre of the scales furvey , play . And with their forky tongue and pointless fting fhall Rife , crown'd with light , imperial Salem rife ! Exalt thy tow'ry head , and lift thy eyes ! S See , a long race thy fpacious ...
... Pleas'd the green luftre of the scales furvey , play . And with their forky tongue and pointless fting fhall Rife , crown'd with light , imperial Salem rife ! Exalt thy tow'ry head , and lift thy eyes ! S See , a long race thy fpacious ...
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... pleas'd at firft the tow'ring Alps we try , Mount o'er the vales , and seem to tread the sky , Th ' eternal fnows appear already past , . And the first clouds and mountains feem the laft : But thofe attain'd , we tremble to furvey The ...
... pleas'd at firft the tow'ring Alps we try , Mount o'er the vales , and seem to tread the sky , Th ' eternal fnows appear already past , . And the first clouds and mountains feem the laft : But thofe attain'd , we tremble to furvey The ...
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... Pleas'd with a work where nothing's just or fit ; One glaring chaos and wild heap of wit . Poets like painters , thus , unskill'd to trace The naked nature and the living grace , With gold and jewels cover ev'ry part , And hide with ...
... Pleas'd with a work where nothing's just or fit ; One glaring chaos and wild heap of wit . Poets like painters , thus , unskill'd to trace The naked nature and the living grace , With gold and jewels cover ev'ry part , And hide with ...
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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.