The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: In Four Volumes Complete. With His Last Corrections, Additions, and Improvements. Carefully Collated and Compared with Former Editions: Together with Notes from the Various Critics and CommentatorsEditor, and sold, 1778 |
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Pàgina xi
... foon take a higher flight ; So larks , which firft from lowly fields arife , Mount by degrees , and reach at last the skies . 40 45 50 W. WYCHERLEY . To Mr. POPE , on his WINDSOR - FOREST . HAIL ! facred bard ! a mufe unknown before 5 ...
... foon take a higher flight ; So larks , which firft from lowly fields arife , Mount by degrees , and reach at last the skies . 40 45 50 W. WYCHERLEY . To Mr. POPE , on his WINDSOR - FOREST . HAIL ! facred bard ! a mufe unknown before 5 ...
Pàgina 16
... foon should dance again , The moving mountains hear the pow'rful call , And headlong ftreams hang lift'ning in their fall ! But fee , the shepherds fhun the noon - day heat , The lowing herds to murm'ring brooks retreat , To closer ...
... foon should dance again , The moving mountains hear the pow'rful call , And headlong ftreams hang lift'ning in their fall ! But fee , the shepherds fhun the noon - day heat , The lowing herds to murm'ring brooks retreat , To closer ...
Pàgina 52
... foon , too foon , the lover turns his eyes : Again fhe falls , again fhe dies , she dies ! How wilt thou now the fatal fifters move ? 90 95 No crime was thine , if ' tis no crime to love . Now under hanging mountains , Befide the falls ...
... foon , too foon , the lover turns his eyes : Again fhe falls , again fhe dies , she dies ! How wilt thou now the fatal fifters move ? 90 95 No crime was thine , if ' tis no crime to love . Now under hanging mountains , Befide the falls ...
Pàgina 77
... foon the short - liv'd vanity is loft ! Like fome fair flow'r the early fpring fupplies , That gayly blooms , but ev'n in blooming dies . What is this wit , which muft our cares employ ? The owner's wife , that other men enjoy ; The ...
... foon the short - liv'd vanity is loft ! Like fome fair flow'r the early fpring fupplies , That gayly blooms , but ev'n in blooming dies . What is this wit , which muft our cares employ ? The owner's wife , that other men enjoy ; The ...
Pàgina 83
... foon by impious arms from Latium chas'd , Their ancient bounds the banish'd Mufes pafs'd ; Thence arts o'er all the northern world advance ; But critic learning flourish'd most in France : The rules , a nation born to ferve , obeys ...
... foon by impious arms from Latium chas'd , Their ancient bounds the banish'd Mufes pafs'd ; Thence arts o'er all the northern world advance ; But critic learning flourish'd most in France : The rules , a nation born to ferve , obeys ...
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The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: In Four Volumes Complete. With His Last ... Alexander Pope Visualització completa - 1778 |
The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: In Four Volumes Complete. With His Last ... Alexander Pope Visualització completa - 1778 |
The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: In Four Volumes Complete. With His Last ... Alexander Pope Visualització completa - 1778 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 57 - 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.
Pàgina 256 - What modes of sight betwixt each wide extreme, The mole's dim curtain, and the lynx's beam : Of smell, the headlong lioness between, And hound sagacious on the tainted green ; Of hearing, from the life that fills the flood, To that which warbles through the vernal wood. The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine ! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line...
Pàgina 337 - To build, to plant, whatever you intend, To rear the column, or the arch to bend, To swell the terrace, or to sink the grot; In all, let Nature never be forgot.
Pàgina 101 - What boots the regal circle on his head, His giant limbs, in state unwieldy spread; That long behind he trails his pompous robe, And, of all monarchs, only grasps the globe? The baron now his diamonds pours apace; Th...
Pàgina 288 - Pursues that chain which links th' immense design, Joins heav'n and earth, and mortal and divine; Sees, that no being any bliss can know, But touches some above, and some below; Learns, from this union of the rising whole, The first, last purpose of the human soul; And knows where faith, law, morals, all began, All end, in love of God, and love of man.
Pàgina 294 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe.
Pàgina 284 - Go ! if your ancient, but ignoble blood Has crept through scoundrels ever since the flood, Go ! and pretend your family is young, Nor own your fathers have been fools so long. What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards ? Alas ! not all the blood of all the Howards. Look next on greatness : say where greatness lies, Where, but among the heroes and the wise...
Pàgina 92 - And decks the goddess with the glittering spoil. This casket India's glowing gems unlocks, And all Arabia breathes from yonder box. The tortoise here and elephant unite, Transform'd to combs, the speckled and the white.
Pàgina 279 - Parnassian laurels yield, Or reap'd in iron harvests of the field ? • Where grows ? — where grows it not? If vain our toil, We ought to blame the culture, not the soil...
Pàgina 330 - In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half-hung, The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, On once a flock-bed, but repair'd with straw, With tape-tied curtains, never meant to draw, The George and Garter dangling from that bed Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red, Great Villiers lies — alas!