What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
I'm Mad About You: God's Plan for Peace and Harmony When You're Angry at the ...
No preview available - 1996
First Thunder: Restore My Vision, the Secret Design and Hidden Purpose
Jeffrey E. Allen,Donna M. Allen
No preview available - 2004
ancient bard Bavius beauty Behold bless'd breast Charles Gildon charms Cibber Codrus court cried critics Curll Dennis divine Dulness Dunciad Eclogues EPIGRAM EPISTLE Essay Essay on Criticism eyes fair fame fate fire flame fool former edition genius gentle give glory goddess grace hand happy hath head heart Heaven hero Homer honour Houyhnhnm Iliad JOHN DENNIS Jove king knave ladies learn'd learned LEONARD WELSTED LEWIS THEOBALD live Lord mankind mind moral Muse nature ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er once Ovid passion person pleased pleasure poem poet poetry Pope Pope's praise pride printed queen rage rhymes rise sacred Sappho satire sense shade shine sighs sing skies soft soul Sylphs tears thee thine things thou thought translation trembling truth Twas VARIATIONS verse Virgil virtue write youth
Page 178 - All Nature is but art, unknown to thee All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good: And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.
Page 211 - God loves from whole to parts: but human soul Must rise from individual to the whole. Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to wake, As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake; The centre moved, a circle straight succeeds, Another still, and still another spreads; Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace; His country next; and next all human race...
Page 105 - 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.
Page 172 - 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.
Page 172 - Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
Page 178 - 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.
Page 35 - OF all the causes which conspire to blind Man's erring judgment, and misguide the mind, What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
Page 108 - And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast: There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow, There the first roses of the year shall blow; While angels with their silver wings o'ershade The ground now sacred by thy relics made.
Page 40 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, 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, 370 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.