Selected Poems of Alexander PopeF. S. Crofts & Company, 1926 - 271 sivua |
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Sivu 17
... pains we guard , but lose with ease , Sure some to vex , but never all to please ; ' Tis what the vicious fear , the virtuous shun , By fools ' tis hated , and by knaves undone ! If Wit so much from Ign'rance undergo , Ah let not ...
... pains we guard , but lose with ease , Sure some to vex , but never all to please ; ' Tis what the vicious fear , the virtuous shun , By fools ' tis hated , and by knaves undone ! If Wit so much from Ign'rance undergo , Ah let not ...
Sivu 40
... Pain at her side , and Megrim at her head . ΤΟ 15 20 Two handmaids wait the throne : alike in place , 25 But diff'ring far in figure and in face . Here stood Ill - nature like an ancient maid , Her wrinkled form in black and white array ...
... Pain at her side , and Megrim at her head . ΤΟ 15 20 Two handmaids wait the throne : alike in place , 25 But diff'ring far in figure and in face . Here stood Ill - nature like an ancient maid , Her wrinkled form in black and white array ...
Sivu 45
... pains , Unless good sense preserve what beauty gains : That men may say , when we the front - box grace , ' Behold the first in virtue as in face ! ' Oh ! if to dance all night , and dress all day , Charm'd the small - pox , or chas'd ...
... pains , Unless good sense preserve what beauty gains : That men may say , when we the front - box grace , ' Behold the first in virtue as in face ! ' Oh ! if to dance all night , and dress all day , Charm'd the small - pox , or chas'd ...
Sivu 48
... pain . But see how oft ambitious aims are cross'd , And chiefs contend till all the prize is lost ! The Lock , obtain'd with guilt , and kept with pain , In ev'ry place is sought , but sought in vain : With such a prize no mortal must ...
... pain . But see how oft ambitious aims are cross'd , And chiefs contend till all the prize is lost ! The Lock , obtain'd with guilt , and kept with pain , In ev'ry place is sought , but sought in vain : With such a prize no mortal must ...
Sivu 52
... 5 10 15 Her heart still dictates , and her hand obeys . Relentless walls ! whose darksome round contains Repentant sighs , and voluntary pains : Ye rugged rocks ! which holy knees have worn ; 52 ALEXANDER POPE ELOÏSA TO ABELARD.
... 5 10 15 Her heart still dictates , and her hand obeys . Relentless walls ! whose darksome round contains Repentant sighs , and voluntary pains : Ye rugged rocks ! which holy knees have worn ; 52 ALEXANDER POPE ELOÏSA TO ABELARD.
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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.