Miscellaneous Poems and Translations, 1. köideAlexander Pope Bernard Lintot, 1722 - 288 pages |
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... wife and good , T'observe a mean , be to himself a friend , To follow nature , and regard his end . Or looks on heav'n with more than mortal eyes , Bids his free foul expatiate in the skies , Amids her kindred ftars familiar roam ...
... wife and good , T'observe a mean , be to himself a friend , To follow nature , and regard his end . Or looks on heav'n with more than mortal eyes , Bids his free foul expatiate in the skies , Amids her kindred ftars familiar roam ...
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... wife . ' Tis more to guide , than fpur the mufe's steed ; Restrain his fury , than provoke his speed ; The winged courfer , like a gen'rous horse , Shows moft true mettle when you check his course . Thofe rules of old difcover'd , not ...
... wife . ' Tis more to guide , than fpur the mufe's steed ; Restrain his fury , than provoke his speed ; The winged courfer , like a gen'rous horse , Shows moft true mettle when you check his course . Thofe rules of old difcover'd , not ...
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... wife we grow ; Our wifer fons , no doubt will think us fo . Once school - divines this zealous ifle o'erfpread ; Who knew moft fentences was deepest read ; Faith , Gospel , all , feem'd made to be difputed , And none had fenfe enough to ...
... wife we grow ; Our wifer fons , no doubt will think us fo . Once school - divines this zealous ifle o'erfpread ; Who knew moft fentences was deepest read ; Faith , Gospel , all , feem'd made to be difputed , And none had fenfe enough to ...
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... , That gaily blooms , but ev'n in blooming dies . What is this wit which muft our cares employ ? The owner's wife , that other men enjoy ; C 5 ¡ Still Still moft our trouble when the most admir'd ; The and TRANSLATIONS . 57.
... , That gaily blooms , but ev'n in blooming dies . What is this wit which muft our cares employ ? The owner's wife , that other men enjoy ; C 5 ¡ Still Still moft our trouble when the most admir'd ; The and TRANSLATIONS . 57.
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... wife to raise ; Those beft can bear reproof , who merit praise . ' Twere well might critics ftill this freedom take ; But Appius reddens at each word you speak , And ftares , tremendous , with a threat'ning eye , Like fome fierce tyrant ...
... wife to raise ; Those beft can bear reproof , who merit praise . ' Twere well might critics ftill this freedom take ; But Appius reddens at each word you speak , And ftares , tremendous , with a threat'ning eye , Like fome fierce tyrant ...
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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.