Selected Poems of Alexander PopeCrofts, 1926 - 271 pages |
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... rage , Destructive War , and all - involving Age . 170 175 180 See from each clime the learn'd their incense bring ! 185 Hear , in all tongues consenting P¿ans ring ! In praise so just let ev'ry voice be join'd , And fill the gen'ral ...
... rage , Destructive War , and all - involving Age . 170 175 180 See from each clime the learn'd their incense bring ! 185 Hear , in all tongues consenting P¿ans ring ! In praise so just let ev'ry voice be join'd , And fill the gen'ral ...
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... rage ) 230 " Knights , squires , and steeds , must enter on the stage . " So vast a throng the stage can ne'er contain . " Then build a new , or act it in a plain . ” Thus Critics , of less judgment than caprice , Curious , not knowing ...
... rage ) 230 " Knights , squires , and steeds , must enter on the stage . " So vast a throng the stage can ne'er contain . " Then build a new , or act it in a plain . ” Thus Critics , of less judgment than caprice , Curious , not knowing ...
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... rage on more provoking crimes , Nor fear a dearth in these flagitious times . Nor pardon vile Obscenity should find , Tho ' wit and art conspire to move your mind ; But Dulness with Obscenity must prove As shameful sure as Impotence in ...
... rage on more provoking crimes , Nor fear a dearth in these flagitious times . Nor pardon vile Obscenity should find , Tho ' wit and art conspire to move your mind ; But Dulness with Obscenity must prove As shameful sure as Impotence in ...
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... rage of Impotence ! Such shameless Bards we have ; and yet ' tis true , There are as mad , abandon'd Critics too . 610 The bookful blockhead , ignorantly read , With loads of learned lumber in his head , With his own tongue still ...
... rage of Impotence ! Such shameless Bards we have ; and yet ' tis true , There are as mad , abandon'd Critics too . 610 The bookful blockhead , ignorantly read , With loads of learned lumber in his head , With his own tongue still ...
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... Rage ? Sol thro ' white curtains shot a tim'rous ray , And ope'd those eyes that must eclipse the day : Now lap - dogs give themselves the rousing shake , And sleepless lovers , just at twelve awake : Thrice rung the bell , the slipper ...
... Rage ? Sol thro ' white curtains shot a tim'rous ray , And ope'd those eyes that must eclipse the day : Now lap - dogs give themselves the rousing shake , And sleepless lovers , just at twelve awake : Thrice rung the bell , the slipper ...
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Page 13 - The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar : When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow ; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Page 11 - And value books, as women men, for dress: Their praise is still, — The style is excellent; The sense, they humbly take upon content. Words are like leaves; and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.
Page 76 - KNOW then thyself, presume not God to scan ; The proper study of mankind is Man. Placed on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise, and rudely great : With too much knowledge for the sceptic side, With too much weakness for the stoic's pride, He hangs between ; in doubt to act, or rest ; In doubt to deem himself a god, or beast ; In doubt his mind or body to prefer...
Page 118 - twould a saint provoke," (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke ;} " No, let a charming chintz and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — And — Betty — give this cheek a little red.
Page 30 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide : If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.
Page 74 - That changed through all, and yet in all the same. Great in the earth, as in the ethereal frame, Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees ; Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent...
Page 159 - Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies. His wit all see-saw, between that and this, Now high, now low, now master up, now miss, And he himself one vile Antithesis. Amphibious thing! that acting either part, The trifling head or the corrupted heart, Fop at the toilet, flatt'rer at the board, Now trips a Lady, and now struts a Lord.
Page 82 - Ask where's the North? at York, 'tis on the Tweed; In Scotland, at the Orcades ; and there, At Greenland, Zembla, or the Lord knows where.
Page 1 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter, fire.
Page 108 - 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. What blessings Thy free bounty gives, Let me not cast away; For God is paid when man receives, T