The poetical works of Alexander PopeCrissy & Markley., 1865 |
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... pride ! when the utmost we can hope is but to be read in one island , and to be thrown aside at the end of one age . All that is left us is to recommend our productions by the imitation of the ancients ; and it will be found true , that ...
... pride ! when the utmost we can hope is but to be read in one island , and to be thrown aside at the end of one age . All that is left us is to recommend our productions by the imitation of the ancients ; and it will be found true , that ...
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... pride of such a desire . X. The con- sequence of all the absolute submission due to Providence , both as to our present and future state . AWAKE , my ST JOHN ! leave all meaner things To low ambition , and the pride of kings . Let us ...
... pride of such a desire . X. The con- sequence of all the absolute submission due to Providence , both as to our present and future state . AWAKE , my ST JOHN ! leave all meaner things To low ambition , and the pride of kings . Let us ...
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... why now he breaks the clod , Is now a victim , and now Egypt's god : Then shall Man's pride and dullness comprehend His action's , passion's , being's use and end ; · Why doing , suffering ; check'd , impell'd ; 12 POPE'S POEMS .
... why now he breaks the clod , Is now a victim , and now Egypt's god : Then shall Man's pride and dullness comprehend His action's , passion's , being's use and end ; · Why doing , suffering ; check'd , impell'd ; 12 POPE'S POEMS .
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... pride , in reasoning pride , our error lies ; All quit their sphere , and rush into the skies . Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes , Men would be angels , angels would be gods . Aspiring to be gods , if angels fell , Aspiring to ...
... pride , in reasoning pride , our error lies ; All quit their sphere , and rush into the skies . Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes , Men would be angels , angels would be gods . Aspiring to be gods , if angels fell , Aspiring to ...
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... pride that blessing find ) Is not to act or think beyond mankind ; No powers of body or of soul to share , But what his nature and his state can bear . Why has not Man a microscopic eye ? For this plain reason , Man is not a fly . Say ...
... pride that blessing find ) Is not to act or think beyond mankind ; No powers of body or of soul to share , But what his nature and his state can bear . Why has not Man a microscopic eye ? For this plain reason , Man is not a fly . Say ...
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Page 203 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
Page 320 - Dreading e'en fools, by flatterers besieged, And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and Templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers load, On wings of winds came flying...
Page 16 - See, through this air, this ocean, and this earth, All matter quick, and bursting into birth. Above, how high, progressive life may go ! Around, how wide ! how deep extend below ! Vast chain of being ! which from God began, Natures ethereal, human, angel, man, Beast, bird, fish, insect, what no eye can see, No glass can reach ; from infinite to thee, From thee to nothing.
Page 18 - Chaos of Thought and Passion, all confused; Still by himself abused or disabused; Created half to rise, and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurl'd: The glory, jest, and riddle of the world!
Page 22 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen ; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Page 13 - Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar, Wait the great teacher Death, and God adore. What future bliss he gives not thee to know, But gives that hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest. The soul, uneasy and confined, from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Page 202 - Thus let me live, unseen, unknown, Thus unlamented let me die, Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie.
Page 197 - 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 ; To enjoy is to obey.
Page 195 - Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem, rise ! Exalt thy towery head, and lift thy eyes ! See, a long race thy spacious courts adorn ; See future sons, and daughters yet unborn, In crowding ranks on every side arise, Demanding life, impatient for the skies...
Page 197 - FATHER of all ! in every age, In every clime adored, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord ! Thou great First Cause, least understood, Who all my sense confined 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.