Poetical Works: To which is Prefixed a Life of the AuthorCrosby, Nichols, Lee & Company, 1860 |
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... fall like those they sung , Deaf the prais'd ear , and mute the tuneful tongue , E'en he whose soul now melts in mournful lays , Shall shortly want the gen'rous tear he pays . Mr. Pope , who had been always subjected to a variety of ...
... fall like those they sung , Deaf the prais'd ear , and mute the tuneful tongue , E'en he whose soul now melts in mournful lays , Shall shortly want the gen'rous tear he pays . Mr. Pope , who had been always subjected to a variety of ...
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... strain , The wondering forests soon should dance again , The moving mountains hear the powerful call , And headlong streams hang listening in their fall . But see , the shepherds shun the noon - day 4 POPE'S POETICAL WORKS .
... strain , The wondering forests soon should dance again , The moving mountains hear the powerful call , And headlong streams hang listening in their fall . But see , the shepherds shun the noon - day 4 POPE'S POETICAL WORKS .
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... end my pains . No more , ye hills , no more resound my strains . Thus sang the shepherds till the approach of night The skies yet blushing with departed light , When falling dews with spangles deck the glade , And PASTORALS .
... end my pains . No more , ye hills , no more resound my strains . Thus sang the shepherds till the approach of night The skies yet blushing with departed light , When falling dews with spangles deck the glade , And PASTORALS .
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To which is Prefixed a Life of the Author Alexander Pope. When falling dews with spangles deck the glade , And the low sun had lengthen'd every shade . WINTER . THE FOURTH PASTORAL ; OR , DAPHN To the Memory of Mrs. Tempest LYCIDAS ...
To which is Prefixed a Life of the Author Alexander Pope. When falling dews with spangles deck the glade , And the low sun had lengthen'd every shade . WINTER . THE FOURTH PASTORAL ; OR , DAPHN To the Memory of Mrs. Tempest LYCIDAS ...
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... falls of water murmuring in his ear . On rifted rocks , the dragon's late abodes , The green reed trembles , and the bulrush nods . Waste sandy valleys , 5 once perplex'd with thorn , The spiry fir and shapely box adorn : To leafless ...
... falls of water murmuring in his ear . On rifted rocks , the dragon's late abodes , The green reed trembles , and the bulrush nods . Waste sandy valleys , 5 once perplex'd with thorn , The spiry fir and shapely box adorn : To leafless ...
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Page 269 - To know but this, that Thou art good, And that myself am blind; Yet gave me, in this dark estate, To see the good from ill; And binding Nature fast in fate, Left free the human will. What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than Hell to shun, That, more than Heaven pursue.
Page 74 - Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss ; A fool might once himself alone expose, Now one in verse makes many more in prose. 'Tis with our judgments as our watches, none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
Page 269 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe.
Page 84 - True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance. 'Tis not enough no harshness gives offence ; The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
Page 110 - And screen'd in shades from day's detested glare, She sighs for ever on her pensive bed, Pain at her side, and Megrim at her head.
Page 90 - Tis not enough your counsel still be true ; Blunt truths more mischief than nice falsehoods do ; Men must be taught as if you taught them not, And things unknown proposed as things forgot.
Page 278 - Wharton, the scorn and wonder of our days, Whose ruling passion was the lust of praise: Born with whate'er could win it from the wise, Women and fools must like him or he dies; Though wondering senates hung on all he spoke, The club must hail him master of the joke.
Page 99 - To one man's treat, but for another's ball ? When Florio speaks, what virgin could withstand, If gentle Damon did not squeeze her hand ? With varying vanities, from ev'ry part, They shift the moving toyshop of their heart; Where wigs with wigs, with sword-knots sword-knots strive, Beaux banish beaux, and coaches coaches drive.
Page 81 - Th' increasing prospect tires our wandering eyes, Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise ! A perfect judge will read each work of wit With the same spirit that its author writ ; Survey the whole, nor seek slight faults to find Where nature moves, and rapture warms the mind ; Nor lose, for that malignant dull delight, The generous pleasure to be charm'd with wit.
Page 102 - 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 am'rous sighs to raise the fire.