The poetical works of Alexander PopeCrissy & Markley., 1865 |
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Sivu xvi
... felicity of execution , he leaves on the mind of the reader an impression of implac- able malignity altogether foreign to his character . He merely desired to do thoroughly whatever he engaged in . xvi LIFE OF ALEXANDER POPE.
... felicity of execution , he leaves on the mind of the reader an impression of implac- able malignity altogether foreign to his character . He merely desired to do thoroughly whatever he engaged in . xvi LIFE OF ALEXANDER POPE.
Sivu xxiv
... leave the poor old woman who lived only in his love . On no consideration would he remove himself for any length of time out of im- mediate reach of her . He might have gone with Berkeley to Italy , he might have visited Bolingbroke in ...
... leave the poor old woman who lived only in his love . On no consideration would he remove himself for any length of time out of im- mediate reach of her . He might have gone with Berkeley to Italy , he might have visited Bolingbroke in ...
Sivu xxix
... Leaving the Town after the Coronation , • To Mrs Martha Blount , on her Birthday ,. To Mr Thomas Southern , on his Birthday , 1742 , MORAL ESSAYS Epistle I. To Sir Richard Temple , Lord Cobham , Epistle II . To a Lady , · Epistle III ...
... Leaving the Town after the Coronation , • To Mrs Martha Blount , on her Birthday ,. To Mr Thomas Southern , on his Birthday , 1742 , MORAL ESSAYS Epistle I. To Sir Richard Temple , Lord Cobham , Epistle II . To a Lady , · Epistle III ...
Sivu xxxii
... leave of the English Stage , Upon the Duke of Marlborough's House at Woodstock , Verses left by Mr Pope on his Lying in the same Bed which Wilmot , the celebrated Earl of Rochester , Slept in , at Adderbury , then belonging to the Duke ...
... leave of the English Stage , Upon the Duke of Marlborough's House at Woodstock , Verses left by Mr Pope on his Lying in the same Bed which Wilmot , the celebrated Earl of Rochester , Slept in , at Adderbury , then belonging to the Duke ...
Sivu 5
... leave a man time enough for any more serious employment , or any more agreeable amuse- ment ? The only plea I shall use for the favour of the public is , that I have as great respect for it as most authors have for themselves ; and that ...
... leave a man time enough for any more serious employment , or any more agreeable amuse- ment ? The only plea I shall use for the favour of the public is , that I have as great respect for it as most authors have for themselves ; and that ...
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Sivu 203 - 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! where is thy Sting.
Sivu 320 - Dreading e'en fools, by flatterers besieged, And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and Templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers load, On wings of winds came flying...
Sivu 16 - See, through this air, this ocean, and this earth, All matter quick, and bursting into birth. Above, how high, progressive life may go ! Around, how wide ! how deep extend below ! Vast chain of being ! which from God began, Natures ethereal, human, angel, man, Beast, bird, fish, insect, what no eye can see, No glass can reach ; from infinite to thee, From thee to nothing.
Sivu 18 - Chaos of Thought and Passion, all confused; Still by himself abused or disabused; Created half to rise, and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurl'd: The glory, jest, and riddle of the world!
Sivu 22 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen ; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Sivu 13 - Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar, Wait the great teacher Death, and God adore. What future bliss he gives not thee to know, But gives that hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest. The soul, uneasy and confined, from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Sivu 202 - Thus let me live, unseen, unknown, Thus unlamented let me die, Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie.
Sivu 197 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than heaven pursue. What blessings Thy free bounty gives, Let me not cast away; For God is paid when man receives ; To enjoy is to obey.
Sivu 195 - Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem, rise ! Exalt thy towery head, and lift thy eyes ! See, a long race thy spacious courts adorn ; See future sons, and daughters yet unborn, In crowding ranks on every side arise, Demanding life, impatient for the skies...
Sivu 197 - FATHER of all ! in every age, In every clime adored, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord ! Thou great First Cause, least understood, Who all my sense confined To know but this, that Thou art good, And that myself am blind ; Yet gave me, in this dark estate, To see the good from ill ; And binding nature fast in fate, Left free the human will. What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than heaven pursue.