The poetical works of Alexander Pope, with life of the author and notes by J. LuptonW. Tegg, 1867 - 526 páginas |
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... virtue join'd , His own strict judge , and patron of mankind . 161 Much - suffering heroes next their honours claim , Those of less noisy and less guilty fame , Fair Virtue's silent train : supreme of these 170 Here ever shines the ...
... virtue join'd , His own strict judge , and patron of mankind . 161 Much - suffering heroes next their honours claim , Those of less noisy and less guilty fame , Fair Virtue's silent train : supreme of these 170 Here ever shines the ...
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... virtue is with envy cursed , And the best men are treated like the worst , Do thou , just goddess , call our merits forth , And give each deed the exact intrinsic worth . ' ' Not with bare justice shall your act be crown'd , ' Said Fame ...
... virtue is with envy cursed , And the best men are treated like the worst , Do thou , just goddess , call our merits forth , And give each deed the exact intrinsic worth . ' ' Not with bare justice shall your act be crown'd , ' Said Fame ...
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... virtue e'en for virtue's sake . ' ' And live there men who slight immortal fame ? Who then with incense shall adore our name ? But , mortals ! know , ' tis still our greatest pride To blaze those virtues , which the good would hide ...
... virtue e'en for virtue's sake . ' ' And live there men who slight immortal fame ? Who then with incense shall adore our name ? But , mortals ! know , ' tis still our greatest pride To blaze those virtues , which the good would hide ...
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... virtue to redeem her race . 30 But thou , false guardian of a charge too good , Thou mean deserter of thy brother's blood ! See on these ruby lips the trembling breath , These cheeks now fading at the blast of death : Cold is that ...
... virtue to redeem her race . 30 But thou , false guardian of a charge too good , Thou mean deserter of thy brother's blood ! See on these ruby lips the trembling breath , These cheeks now fading at the blast of death : Cold is that ...
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... virtue , all our sex resign . Methinks already I your tears survey ; Already hear the horrid things they say ; Already see you a degraded toast , And all your honour in a whisper lost ! How shall I then your hapless fame defend ...
... virtue , all our sex resign . Methinks already I your tears survey ; Already hear the horrid things they say ; Already see you a degraded toast , And all your honour in a whisper lost ! How shall I then your hapless fame defend ...
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Página 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.
Página 157 - AWAKE, my St. John ! leave all meaner things To low ambition and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man ; A mighty maze ! but not without a plan ; A wild where weeds and flowers promiscuous shoot, Or garden tempting with forbidden fruit.
Página 159 - The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Página 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.
Página 233 - Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys : So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks ; Or at the ear of Eve, familiar toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or...
Página 28 - But most by numbers judge a poet's song, And smooth or rough, with them, is right or wrong: In the bright muse, though thousand charms conspire, Her voice is all these tuneful fools admire...
Página 166 - KNOW, then, thyself, presume not God to scan, The proper study of mankind is Man. Placed on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise, and rudely great ; With too much knowledge for the sceptic side, With too much weakness for the stoic's pride, He hangs between ; in doubt to act or rest...
Página 405 - 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.
Página 167 - 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...
Página 314 - So impudent I own myself no knave :} So odd, my country's ruin makes me grave. > Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to see Men not afraid of God afraid of me: Safe from the Bar, the Pulpit, and the Throne, Yet touched and shamed by ridicule alone.