The works of Alexander Pope, with notes and illustrations, by himself and others. To which are added, a new life of the author [&c.] by W. Roscoe (Google eBook)

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Page 107 - 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. Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years slide soft away, In health of body, peace of mind. Quiet by day. Sound sleep by night; study and ease. Together mixt: sweet recreation, And innocence, which most does please With meditation.
Page 163 - Hark! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Page 164 - 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 ? The Universal Prayer FATHER of all!
Page 242 - See here, what a mighty pretty Horace I have in my pocket! what if you amused yourself in turning an ode, till we mount again? Lord ! if you pleased, what a clever miscellany might you make at leisure hours." Perhaps I may, said I, if we ride on; the motion is an aid to my fancy, a round trot very much awakens my spirits ; then jog on apace, and I'll think as hard as I can.
Page 163 - VITAL spark of heavenly flame ! Quit, oh quit this mortal frame ! Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying; Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease,- fond nature ! cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. Hark ! they whisper ; angels say, Sister Spirit, come away.
Page 360 - Westphalia ham of a morning, ride over hedges and ditches on borrowed hacks, come home in the heat of the day with a fever, and (what...
Page 157 - Waller says be true, that The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd, Lets in new light thro
Page 307 - The libbard, and the tiger, as the mole Rising, the crumbled earth above them threw In hillocks...
Page 86 - That, changed through all, and yet in all the same; Great in the earth, as in the ethereal frame; Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees; Lives through all life, extends through all extent; Spreads undivided, operates unspent!
Page 312 - Nymph of the grot, these sacred springs I keep : And to the murmur of these waters sleep : Ah spare my slumbers, gently tread the cave, And drink in silence, or in silence lave.

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