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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... pains ! Shall fortune still in one sad tenor run , And still increase the woes so soon begun ? Inured to sorrow from my tender years , My parent's ashes drank my early tears : 70 My brother next , neglecting wealth and fame , 75 Ignobly ...
... pains ! Shall fortune still in one sad tenor run , And still increase the woes so soon begun ? Inured to sorrow from my tender years , My parent's ashes drank my early tears : 70 My brother next , neglecting wealth and fame , 75 Ignobly ...
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... plains , That knew my pleasures , could relieve my pains . I view the grotto , once the scene of love , The rocks around , the hanging roofs above . That charm'd me more , with native moss o'er- grown 30 WORKS OF POPE .
... plains , That knew my pleasures , could relieve my pains . I view the grotto , once the scene of love , The rocks around , the hanging roofs above . That charm'd me more , with native moss o'er- grown 30 WORKS OF POPE .
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... pain , all passion , and all pride ; The rage of power , the blast of public breath , 25 The lust of lucre , and the dread of death . In vain to deserts thy retreat is made ; The Muse attends thee to thy silent shade : " Tis hers , the ...
... pain , all passion , and all pride ; The rage of power , the blast of public breath , 25 The lust of lucre , and the dread of death . In vain to deserts thy retreat is made ; The Muse attends thee to thy silent shade : " Tis hers , the ...
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... pains . The kindred Arts shall in their praise conspire ; One dip the pencil , and one string the lyre . Yet should the Graces all thy figures place , And breathe an air divine on every face ; Yet should the Muses bid my numbers roll ...
... pains . The kindred Arts shall in their praise conspire ; One dip the pencil , and one string the lyre . Yet should the Graces all thy figures place , And breathe an air divine on every face ; Yet should the Muses bid my numbers roll ...
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... pain , a trouble , or a fear ; Till death unfelt that tender frame destroy , In some soft dream , or ecstasy of joy ; Peaceful sleep out the sabbath of the tomb , And wake to raptures in a life to come . 15 20 ( EPISTLE ΤΟ MRS . MARTHA ...
... pain , a trouble , or a fear ; Till death unfelt that tender frame destroy , In some soft dream , or ecstasy of joy ; Peaceful sleep out the sabbath of the tomb , And wake to raptures in a life to come . 15 20 ( EPISTLE ΤΟ MRS . MARTHA ...
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Addison Ambrose Philips bard beauty bless bless'd bliss bosom breast charms countess of Suffolk court cried dame dear delight divine Dryope Dunciad e'er ease envy EPISTLE ev'n eyes fair fame fate fire flame flowery fool gentle grace grave Gulliver hand haste hear heart Heaven Homer honest honor Houyhnhnm husband Iliad join'd joys kind KIT-CAT CLUB knight lady learn'd LEMUEL GULLIVER live lord lord Harvey lyre Muse ne'er numbers nymph o'er once Ovid pass'd Phaon pleased pleasure poem poet Pope Pope's praise pride PROLOGUE quoth rage rise Sappho satire scene shade shine Siege of Damascus sigh sing smiles soft song soul spouse squire sung sure sweet Swift tears tell tender thee thine thou thought Tom D'Urfey translation tree Twas verse Vertumnus vex'd virgin virtue Warton wife wise wives woman youth
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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!