The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, 1. köideJames Nichol, 1856 - 326 pages |
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Page 77
... breath of life his nostrils drew , A charge of snuff the wily virgin threw The Gnomes direct , to every atom just , The pungent grains of titillating dust . Sudden , with starting tears each eye o'erflows , And the high dome re - echoes ...
... breath of life his nostrils drew , A charge of snuff the wily virgin threw The Gnomes direct , to every atom just , The pungent grains of titillating dust . Sudden , with starting tears each eye o'erflows , And the high dome re - echoes ...
Page 84
... breath'd beagles we repair , And trace the mazes of the circling hare ; ( Beasts , urged by us , their fellow - beasts pursue , And learn of man each other to undo . ) With slaughtering gun the unwearied fowler roves , When frosts have ...
... breath'd beagles we repair , And trace the mazes of the circling hare ; ( Beasts , urged by us , their fellow - beasts pursue , And learn of man each other to undo . ) With slaughtering gun the unwearied fowler roves , When frosts have ...
Page 87
... breath , with sultry air , Pants on her neck , and fans her parting hair . In vain on father Thames she calls for aid , Nor could Diana help her injured maid . Faint , breathless , thus she pray'd , nor pray'd in vain : ' Ah , Cynthia ...
... breath , with sultry air , Pants on her neck , and fans her parting hair . In vain on father Thames she calls for aid , Nor could Diana help her injured maid . Faint , breathless , thus she pray'd , nor pray'd in vain : ' Ah , Cynthia ...
Page 95
... descend and sing ; The breathing instruments inspire , Wake into voice each silent string , And sweep the sounding lyre ; In a sadly - pleasing strain Let the warbling lute ODE ON ST CECILIA'S DAY . 95 ODE ON ST CECILIA'S DAY,
... descend and sing ; The breathing instruments inspire , Wake into voice each silent string , And sweep the sounding lyre ; In a sadly - pleasing strain Let the warbling lute ODE ON ST CECILIA'S DAY . 95 ODE ON ST CECILIA'S DAY,
Page 105
... breath ? Tell me , my soul , can this be Death ? 3 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 ...
... breath ? Tell me , my soul , can this be Death ? 3 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 ...
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ALEXANDER POPE ancient Bavius beauty bless'd blest bliss breast breath bright charms court cried critics crown'd Curll Cynthus divine Dunciad e'er earth ease Eclogues Elkanah Settle envy EPISTLE eternal eyes fair fame fate fire fix'd flames flowers fools genius glory Gnome grace groves happy head heart Heaven honour Horace Iliad kings knave laws learn'd live Lord Lord Bolingbroke mankind mind mortal Muse Muse's Nature Nature's ne'er never numbers nymph o'er once passion pastoral peace plain pleased poem poet Pope Pope's praise pride proud rage reason rhyme rise sacred Sappho satire sense shade shine sighs sing skies smile soft song soul spleen Sylphs taught tears Thalestris thee Theocritus things thou thought trembling truth Twas Umbriel VARIATIONS verse virtue WESTMINSTER ABBEY whate'er Whig wings write youth