The Works of Alexander Pope: With a Memoir of the Author, Notes, and Critical Notices on Each Poem, 4. köideA. J. Valpy, 1835 |
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... appears to have , at one time , been on the point of obtaining an English deanery . But his love of political bustle was not to be resisted : and he had but just arrived in London , for the purpose of concluding the arrangement ; when ...
... appears to have , at one time , been on the point of obtaining an English deanery . But his love of political bustle was not to be resisted : and he had but just arrived in London , for the purpose of concluding the arrangement ; when ...
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... appear : Would you with ivy wreathe your flowing hair , 25 Not Bacchus ' self with Phaon could compare : Yet Phoebus loved , and Bacchus felt the flame ; One Daphne warm'd , and one the Cretan dame ; Nymphs that in verse no more could ...
... appear : Would you with ivy wreathe your flowing hair , 25 Not Bacchus ' self with Phaon could compare : Yet Phoebus loved , and Bacchus felt the flame ; One Daphne warm'd , and one the Cretan dame ; Nymphs that in verse no more could ...
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... words are lost in tears ! The less my sense , the more my love appears . 110 Sure ' twas not much to bid one kind adieu : At least , to feign was never hard to you . Farewell , my Lesbian love ! ' you might have 28 WORKS OF POPE .
... words are lost in tears ! The less my sense , the more my love appears . 110 Sure ' twas not much to bid one kind adieu : At least , to feign was never hard to you . Farewell , my Lesbian love ! ' you might have 28 WORKS OF POPE .
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... appears , Insults my woes , and triumphs in my tears ; His hated image ever haunts my eyes ; — And why this grief ? thy daughter lives , ' he cries . Stung with my love , and furious with despair , All torn my garments , and my bosom ...
... appears , Insults my woes , and triumphs in my tears ; His hated image ever haunts my eyes ; — And why this grief ? thy daughter lives , ' he cries . Stung with my love , and furious with despair , All torn my garments , and my bosom ...
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... appear to mourn , And birds defer their songs till thy return : Night shades the groves , and all in silence lie , - All but the mournful Philomel and I : With mournful Philomel I join my strain ; Of Tereus she , of Phaon I complain ...
... appear to mourn , And birds defer their songs till thy return : Night shades the groves , and all in silence lie , - All but the mournful Philomel and I : With mournful Philomel I join my strain ; Of Tereus she , of Phaon I complain ...
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Page 11 - Send for him up; take no excuse.' The toil, the danger of the seas, Great ministers ne'er think of these; Or, let it cost five hundred pound, No matter where the money's found, It is but so much more in debt, And that they ne'er consider'd yet. ' Good Mr. Dean, go change your gown, Let my lord know you're come to town.
Page 98 - And sensible soft melancholy. "Has she no faults then, (Envy says) Sir?" Yes, she has one, I must aver; When all the world conspires to praise her, The woman's deaf, and does not hear.
Page 80 - A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, And greatly falling with a falling state. While Cato gives his little senate laws, What bosom beats not in his country's cause ? Who sees him act, but envies every deed ? Who hears him groan, and does not wish to bleed?
Page 97 - Mournful cypress, verdant willow, Gilding my Aurelia's brows, Morpheus hovering o'er my pillow, Hear me pay my dying vows.
Page 9 - I'VE often wish'd that I had clear For life, six hundred pounds a year, A handsome house to lodge a friend, A river at my garden's end, A terrace walk, and half a rood Of land, set out to plant a wood.
Page 13 - Or gravely try to read the lines Writ underneath the country signs; Or, ' Have you nothing new to-day ' From Pope, from Parnell, or from Gay ?' Such tattle often entertains My lord and me as far as Staines, As once a week we travel down To Windsor, and again to town, Where all that passes inter nos Might be proclaim'd at Charing-cross.
Page 101 - ... In vain my structures rise, my gardens grow ; In vain fair Thames reflects the double scenes Of hanging mountains, and of sloping greens ; Joy lives not here, to happier seats it flies, And only dwells where Wortley casts her eyes. What are the gay parterre, the...
Page 60 - Oh lasting as those colours may they shine, Free as thy stroke, yet faultless as thy line ; New graces yearly like thy works display, Soft without weakness, without glaring gay ; Led by some rule, that guides, but not constrains ; And finish'd more...
Page 64 - The shining robes, rich jewels, beds of state, And, to complete her bliss, a Fool for Mate. She glares in Balls, front Boxes, and the Ring, A vain, unquiet, glitt'ring, wretched Thing! Pride, Pomp, and State but reach her outward part; She sighs, and is no Duchess at her heart.
Page 49 - SEE the wild waste of all-devouring years! How Rome her own sad sepulchre appears ! With nodding arches, broken temples spread, The very tombs now vanish'd like their dead!