Miscellaneous Poems and Translations, Nide 1Alexander Pope Bernard Lintot, 1722 - 288 sivua |
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Sivu 124
... rest . For his firm faith I dare engage my own ; Scarce to himself , himself is better known . To diftant lands Vertumnus never roves ; Like you , contented with his native groves ; Nor at first fight , like most , admires the fair ...
... rest . For his firm faith I dare engage my own ; Scarce to himself , himself is better known . To diftant lands Vertumnus never roves ; Like you , contented with his native groves ; Nor at first fight , like most , admires the fair ...
Sivu 164
... rest . Canft thou forget that fad , that folemn day ,. When victims at yon ' altar's foot we lay ? Canft thou forget what tears that moment fell , When , warm in youth , I bade the world farewel ? As with cold lips I kifs'd the facred ...
... rest . Canft thou forget that fad , that folemn day ,. When victims at yon ' altar's foot we lay ? Canft thou forget what tears that moment fell , When , warm in youth , I bade the world farewel ? As with cold lips I kifs'd the facred ...
Sivu 172
... rest ! See in her cell fad Eloisa spread , Propt in fome tomb , a neighbour of the dead ! In each low wind methinks a spirit calls , And more than echoes talk along the walls . Here , as I watch'd the dying lamps around , From yonder ...
... rest ! See in her cell fad Eloisa spread , Propt in fome tomb , a neighbour of the dead ! In each low wind methinks a spirit calls , And more than echoes talk along the walls . Here , as I watch'd the dying lamps around , From yonder ...
Sivu 210
... rest . Thy gardens , Kenfington , we leave unfeen ; Through Hammersmith jog on to Turnham - green ; That Turnham - green , which dainty pidgeons fed , But feeds no more : for * Solomon is dead . Three dufty miles reach Brandford's ...
... rest . Thy gardens , Kenfington , we leave unfeen ; Through Hammersmith jog on to Turnham - green ; That Turnham - green , which dainty pidgeons fed , But feeds no more : for * Solomon is dead . Three dufty miles reach Brandford's ...
Sivu 224
... rest . ' Tis thus fecure in peace , We plow the fields , and reap the years increase : Now Commerce , wealthy Goddess , rears her head , And bids Britannia's fleets the canvas spread ; Unnamber'd fhips the peopled ocean hide , And ...
... rest . ' Tis thus fecure in peace , We plow the fields , and reap the years increase : Now Commerce , wealthy Goddess , rears her head , And bids Britannia's fleets the canvas spread ; Unnamber'd fhips the peopled ocean hide , And ...
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arms beauty Belinda bleft bofom breaft bright charms cloſe conqueft e'er Eurydice ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafe faid fair fame fate fcorn feem feen felf fenfe fhade fhall fhining fhould fide fighs fight filk filver fing firft firſt fkies flain flame fleep flow'rs fmiles foft fome fons fools foon forefts foul fpring ftands ftate ftill ftreams fubjects fuch fung fure fwelling gen'rous glow Gnome grace hair hand head heart heav'n heav'nly himſelf honour juft laft laſt learn'd lefs loft lov'd lyre maid moft moſt mufe muft muſt ne'er numbers nymph o'er paffions Pallas pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praife praiſe pray'rs pride rage reft rife rofe Rome Semichorus ſhall ſhe ſhine ſkies ſpeak ſpread ſtill Sylphs tears thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thro trembling Twas Umbriel vafe Vertumnus whofe wife worfe
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Sivu 62 - The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head, With his own tongue still edifies his ears, And always list'ning to himself appears.
Sivu 83 - But chiefly Love — to Love an Altar built, Of twelve vast French romances, neatly gilt. There lay three garters, half a pair of gloves, And all the trophies of his former loves ; With tender billet-doux he lights the pyre, And breathes three amorous sighs to raise the fire.
Sivu 162 - Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies...
Sivu 81 - Now awful beauty puts on all its arms ; The fair each moment rises in her charms, Repairs her smiles, awakens every grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face : Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes.
Sivu 42 - Great wits sometimes may gloriously offend, And rise to faults true critics dare not mend; From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part, And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art, Which, without passing thro' the judgment, gains The heart, and all its end at once attains.
Sivu 167 - Ev'n here, where frozen chastity retires, Love finds an altar for forbidden fires. I ought to grieve, but cannot what I ought; I mourn the lover, not lament the fault; I view my crime, but kindle at the view...
Sivu 166 - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence., and a dread repose: Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Sivu 52 - 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 Greeks like turns of nature found...
Sivu 92 - 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...
Sivu 128 - For others good, or melt at others woe. What can atone (oh ever-injur'd shade !) Thy fate unpity'd, and thy rites unpaid ? No friend's complaint, no kind domestic tear Pleas'd thy pale ghost, or grac'd thy mournful bier : By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd, By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd, By strangers honour'd, and by strangers mourn'd! What tho' no friends in sable weeds appear.