The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: To which is Prefixed a Life of the AuthorPhillips & Sampson, 1848 |
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... twas fit , Who conquer'd nature , should preside o'er wit . Horace still charms with graceful negligence , And without method talks us into sense : Will , like a friend , familiarly convey The truest notions in the easiest way . He who ...
... twas fit , Who conquer'd nature , should preside o'er wit . Horace still charms with graceful negligence , And without method talks us into sense : Will , like a friend , familiarly convey The truest notions in the easiest way . He who ...
Page 97
... Twas he had summon'd to her silent bed The morning dream that hover'd o'er her head . A youth more glittering than a birth - night beau ( That e'en in slumber caused her cheek to glow ) Seem'd to her ear his winning lips to lay , And ...
... Twas he had summon'd to her silent bed The morning dream that hover'd o'er her head . A youth more glittering than a birth - night beau ( That e'en in slumber caused her cheek to glow ) Seem'd to her ear his winning lips to lay , And ...
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... Twas then , Belinda , if report say true , Thy eyes first open'd on a billet - doux ; Wounds , charms , and ardour , were no sooner read , But all the vision vanish'd from thy head . And now unveil'd the toilet stands display'd , Each ...
... Twas then , Belinda , if report say true , Thy eyes first open'd on a billet - doux ; Wounds , charms , and ardour , were no sooner read , But all the vision vanish'd from thy head . And now unveil'd the toilet stands display'd , Each ...
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... Twas this , the morning omens seem'd to tell ; Thrice from my trembling hand the patch - box fell : The tottering china shook without a wind , Nay , Poll sat mute , and Shock was most unkind ! A Sylph too warn'd me of the threats of ...
... Twas this , the morning omens seem'd to tell ; Thrice from my trembling hand the patch - box fell : The tottering china shook without a wind , Nay , Poll sat mute , and Shock was most unkind ! A Sylph too warn'd me of the threats of ...
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... twas not much to bid one kind adieu ; ( At least to feign was never hard to you ! ) Farewell , my Lesbian love , ' you might have said ; Or coldly thus , Farewell , oh Lesbian maid ! ' No tear did you , no parting kiss receive , Nor ...
... twas not much to bid one kind adieu ; ( At least to feign was never hard to you ! ) Farewell , my Lesbian love , ' you might have said ; Or coldly thus , Farewell , oh Lesbian maid ! ' No tear did you , no parting kiss receive , Nor ...
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Page 240 - 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!
Page 9 - 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...
Page 5 - A virgin tragedy, an orphan muse.' If I dislike it, 'Furies, death and rage !' If I approve, 'Commend it to the stage.
Page 73 - 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 mix'd ; sweet recreation, And innocence which most does please With meditation. Thus let me live, unseen, unknown, Thus unlamented let me die : Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where...
Page 249 - Know, Nature's children all divide her care; The fur that warms a monarch warm'da bear. While man exclaims, "See all things for my use!
Page 98 - Soft yielding minds to Water glide away, And sip, with Nymphs, their elemental Tea. The graver Prude sinks downward to a Gnome, In search of mischief still on Earth to roam. The light Coquettes in Sylphs aloft repair, And sport and flutter in the fields of Air.
Page 246 - Heaven forming each on other to depend, A master, or a servant, or a friend, Bids each on other for assistance call, Till one man's weakness grows the strength of all.
Page 236 - Why has not man a microscopic eye? For this plain reason, man is not a fly.
Page 78 - Some beauties yet no precepts can declare, For there's a happiness as well as care. Music resembles poetry ; in each Are nameless graces which no methods teach, And which a master-hand alone can reach. If, where the rules not far enough extend, (Since rules were made but to promote their end) Some lucky license answer to the full Th' intent propos'd, that license is a rule.
Page 73 - 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.