Miscellaneous Poems and TranslationsAlexander Pope Bernard Lintott, 1712 - 376 páginas |
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... cou'd for fuch Crimes fuffice , Were all those Realms the guilty Victor's Prize ! But Fortune now ( the Lots of Empire thrown ) Decrees to proud Etheocles the Crown : What Joys , oh Tyrant ! fwell'd thy Soul that Day , When all were ...
... cou'd for fuch Crimes fuffice , Were all those Realms the guilty Victor's Prize ! But Fortune now ( the Lots of Empire thrown ) Decrees to proud Etheocles the Crown : What Joys , oh Tyrant ! fwell'd thy Soul that Day , When all were ...
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... cou'd find : These equal him in all his Faults , But never in his noble Mind . That Free - born Spirits fhou'd obey Wretches who know not how to Sway ! Too late we now repent our hafty Choice ; In vain bemoan fo quick a Turn ; Dejected ...
... cou'd find : These equal him in all his Faults , But never in his noble Mind . That Free - born Spirits fhou'd obey Wretches who know not how to Sway ! Too late we now repent our hafty Choice ; In vain bemoan fo quick a Turn ; Dejected ...
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... Cou'd his Effulgent Brightness fhroud ; Glory , and Majefty , and Pow'r , March'd in a dreadful Pomp before , ९ Behind a grim and meagre Train , Pining Sickness Behind 96 Miscellaneous POEMS and The Third Chapter of Habakkuk Paraphras ...
... Cou'd his Effulgent Brightness fhroud ; Glory , and Majefty , and Pow'r , March'd in a dreadful Pomp before , ९ Behind a grim and meagre Train , Pining Sickness Behind 96 Miscellaneous POEMS and The Third Chapter of Habakkuk Paraphras ...
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... cou'd no further trace . O'er all my Limbs an oozing Sweat appears , My weeping Eyes pour out a Flow of Tears . Big azure Drops my dewy Hairs distil , From every Pore defcends a trickling Rill . My My whole diffolving Body liquid grows ...
... cou'd no further trace . O'er all my Limbs an oozing Sweat appears , My weeping Eyes pour out a Flow of Tears . Big azure Drops my dewy Hairs distil , From every Pore defcends a trickling Rill . My My whole diffolving Body liquid grows ...
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... 'ry Fields The Streams and Fountains , no Delights cou'd ... K " Twas ' Twas all her Joy the ripening Fruits to tend 9 TRANSLATIONS . 129 The Fable of Vertumnus and Pomona; from Fourteenth Book of Ovid's Metamorphofes Mr Pope P.
... 'ry Fields The Streams and Fountains , no Delights cou'd ... K " Twas ' Twas all her Joy the ripening Fruits to tend 9 TRANSLATIONS . 129 The Fable of Vertumnus and Pomona; from Fourteenth Book of Ovid's Metamorphofes Mr Pope P.
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Página 320 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide : If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all. This nymph, to the destruction of mankind, Nourished two locks, which graceful hung behind In equal curls, and well conspired to deck With...
Página 332 - ... in air, Weighs the men's wits against the lady's hair ; The doubtful beam long nods from side to side At length the wits mount up, the hairs subside. See, fierce Belinda on the baron flies, With more than usual lightning in her eyes : Nor fear'd the chief th' unequal fight to try, Who sought no more than on his foe to die.
Página 325 - Was it for this you took such constant care The bodkin, comb, and essence to prepare? For this your locks in paper durance bound? For this with torturing irons wreathed around?
Página 330 - All side in parties, and begin th' attack ; Fans clap, silks rustle, and tough whalebones crack ; Heroes' and heroines' shouts confusedly rise, And bass and treble voices strike the skies. No common weapons in their hands are found, Like gods they fight, nor dread a mortal wound. So when bold Homer makes the gods engage...
Página 323 - While visits shall be paid on solemn days, When num'rous wax-lights in bright order blaze, While nymphs take treats, or...
Página 334 - The smiles of harlots, and the tears of heirs, Cages for gnats, and chains to yoke a flea, Dried butterflies, and tomes of casuistry. But trust the Muse — she saw it upward rise, Tho...
Página 293 - For though the muses should prove kind, And fill our empty brain ; Yet if rough Neptune rouse the wind To wave the azure main, Our paper, pen, and ink, and we, Roll up and down our ships at sea.
Página 326 - She said; then raging to Sir Plume repairs, And bids her beau demand the precious hairs: (Sir Plume of amber snuff-box justly vain, And the nice conduct of a clouded cane) With earnest eyes, and round unthinking face, He first the snuff-box open'd, then the case, And thus broke out— "My Lord, why, what the devil?
Página 320 - Propitious Heav'n, and ev'ry pow'r ador'd, But chiefly Love — to Love an altar built, Of twelve vast French romances, neatly gilt.
Página 320 - But chiefly Love — to Love an altar built, Of twelve vast French romances, neatly gilt. There lay three garters, half a pair of gloves, And all the trophies of his former loves ; With tender billet-doux he lights the pyre, And breathes three am'rous sighs to raise the fire. Then prostrate falls, and begs with ardent eyes Soon to obtain, and long possess the prize : The pow'rs gave ear, and granted half his pray'r, The rest the winds dispers'd in empty air.