Selected Poems of Alexander PopeF. S. Crofts & Company, 1926 - 271 sivua |
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Sivu 10
... passions , unities ; what not ? All which , exact to rule , were brought about , Were but a combat in the lists left out . 260 265 270 275 " What ! leave the Combat out ? " exclaims the Knight ; Yes , or we must renounce the Stagirite ...
... passions , unities ; what not ? All which , exact to rule , were brought about , Were but a combat in the lists left out . 260 265 270 275 " What ! leave the Combat out ? " exclaims the Knight ; Yes , or we must renounce the Stagirite ...
Sivu 13
... passions fall and rise ! While , at each change , the son of Libyan Jove Now burns with glory , and then melts with love ; Now his fierce eyes with sparkling fury glow , Now sighs steal out , and tears begin to flow : Persians and ...
... passions fall and rise ! While , at each change , the son of Libyan Jove Now burns with glory , and then melts with love ; Now his fierce eyes with sparkling fury glow , Now sighs steal out , and tears begin to flow : Persians and ...
Sivu 40
... passions labour'd in her breast . Not youthful kings in battle seiz'd alive , Not scornful virgins who their charms survive , Not ardent lovers robb'd of all their bliss , Not ancient ladies when refus'd a kiss , Not tyrants fierce that ...
... passions labour'd in her breast . Not youthful kings in battle seiz'd alive , Not scornful virgins who their charms survive , Not ardent lovers robb'd of all their bliss , Not ancient ladies when refus'd a kiss , Not tyrants fierce that ...
Sivu 42
... passions , and the war of tongues . A Vial next she fills with fainting fears , Soft sorrows , melting griefs , and flowing tears . The Gnome rejoicing bears her gifts away , Spreads his black wings , and slowly mounts to day . Sunk in ...
... passions , and the war of tongues . A Vial next she fills with fainting fears , Soft sorrows , melting griefs , and flowing tears . The Gnome rejoicing bears her gifts away , Spreads his black wings , and slowly mounts to day . Sunk in ...
Sivu 45
... passion , and the vain man's toast ? Why deck'd with all that land and sea afford , Why angels call'd , and angel - like ador'd ? 15 Why round our coaches crowd the white - glov'd , Beaux , Why bows the side - box from its inmost rows ...
... passion , and the vain man's toast ? Why deck'd with all that land and sea afford , Why angels call'd , and angel - like ador'd ? 15 Why round our coaches crowd the white - glov'd , Beaux , Why bows the side - box from its inmost rows ...
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ALEXANDER POPE Balaam beauty blessing blest charms Colley Cibber Court Critics Dæmons divine Dryden Duke Dunciad e'er Earl of Burlington ease eighteenth century Epistle Essay on Criticism ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate flow'rs Folly fool gen'ral gen'rous genius give glory Gnome grace happy heart Heav'n honour Horace King knave laws learn'd live Lord Lord Bolingbroke Lord Fanny Lord Hervey lov'd mankind mind Moral Essays Muse Nature ne'er never numbers nymph o'er once painted Passion pleas'd pleasure poem Poet poetry Pope Pope's pow'r praise pray'r pride proud Queen rage Reason rhyme rich rise rules Sappho Satire Scriblerus Club Self-love sense shine soul spirit Sylphs taste tears Thalestris thee things thou thought thro tremble Truth verse Vice Virtue Walpole Warburton Whig whole Wife wise write
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Sivu 74 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent : Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns : To him no high, no low, no great, no small ; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 35 - Who gave the ball or paid the visit last; One speaks the glory of the British Queen, And one describes a charming Indian screen; A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes: At every word a reputation dies.
Sivu 155 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Sivu 66 - AWAKE, my St. John ! leave all meaner things To low ambition and -the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die...
Sivu 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 15 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.
Sivu 118 - I give and I devise" (old Euclio said, And sigh'd) "my lands and tenements to Ned." Your money, Sir? "My money, Sir! what, all? Why,— if I must— (then wept) I give it Paul.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 43 - Ease, pleasure, virtue, all our sex resign. Methinks already I your tears survey, Already hear the horrid things they say, Already see you a degraded toast, And all your honour in a whisper lost ! no How shall I then your helpless fame defend? 'Twill then be infamy to seem your friend ! And shall this prize, th...
Sivu 116 - 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; Tho' wond'ring Senates hung on all he spoke, The Club must hail him master of the joke.