The Works of Alexander Pope: With a Memoir of the Author, Notes, and Critical Notices on Each Poem, Volume 4A. J. Valpy, 1835 |
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... Poor Sappho dies while careless Phaon stays . O , launch the bark , nor fear the watery plain : 250 Venus for thee shall smoothe her native main . , O , launch thy bark , secure of prosperous gales : Cupid for thee shall spread the ...
... Poor Sappho dies while careless Phaon stays . O , launch the bark , nor fear the watery plain : 250 Venus for thee shall smoothe her native main . , O , launch thy bark , secure of prosperous gales : Cupid for thee shall spread the ...
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... Poor Vadius , long with learned spleen devour'd , Can taste no pleasure since his shield was scour'd ; And Curio , restless by the fair one's side , Sighs for an Otho , and neglects his bride . Theirs is the vanity , the learning thine ...
... Poor Vadius , long with learned spleen devour'd , Can taste no pleasure since his shield was scour'd ; And Curio , restless by the fair one's side , Sighs for an Otho , and neglects his bride . Theirs is the vanity , the learning thine ...
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... poor Crown : There he stopp'd short , nor since has writ a tittle ; But has the wit to make the most of little ; Like stunted hide - bound trees , that just have got Sufficient sap at once to bear and rot . 10 Now he begs verse , and ...
... poor Crown : There he stopp'd short , nor since has writ a tittle ; But has the wit to make the most of little ; Like stunted hide - bound trees , that just have got Sufficient sap at once to bear and rot . 10 Now he begs verse , and ...
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... poor . 11 British sighs from dying Wyndham . Pope's early Jacob- itism reconciled even his acute , and rather contemptuous mind , to all the absurdities of party . Sir William Wyndham was a Jacobite ; wrong - headed enough to think that ...
... poor . 11 British sighs from dying Wyndham . Pope's early Jacob- itism reconciled even his acute , and rather contemptuous mind , to all the absurdities of party . Sir William Wyndham was a Jacobite ; wrong - headed enough to think that ...
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... neither truth nor lies , I'll list you in the harmless roll Of those that sing of these poor eyes . ' 28 Eneas receiving the celestial armour . 30 1740 , A POEM . THE authenticity of this poem ON LADY FRANCES SHIRLEY . 121.
... neither truth nor lies , I'll list you in the harmless roll Of those that sing of these poor eyes . ' 28 Eneas receiving the celestial armour . 30 1740 , A POEM . THE authenticity of this poem ON LADY FRANCES SHIRLEY . 121.
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Addison Ambrose Philips bard beauty bless bless'd bliss bosom breast charms countess of Suffolk court cried dame dear delight divine Dryope Dunciad e'er ease envy EPISTLE ev'n eyes fair fame fate fire flame flowery fool gentle grace grave Gulliver hand haste hear heart Heaven Homer honest honor Houyhnhnm husband Iliad join'd joys kind KIT-CAT CLUB knight lady learn'd LEMUEL GULLIVER live lord lord Harvey lyre Muse ne'er numbers nymph o'er once Ovid pass'd Phaon pleased pleasure poem poet Pope Pope's praise pride PROLOGUE quoth rage rise Sappho satire scene shade shine Siege of Damascus sigh sing smiles soft song soul spouse squire sung sure sweet Swift tears tell tender thee thine thou thought Tom D'Urfey translation tree Twas verse Vertumnus vex'd virgin virtue Warton wife wise wives woman youth
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Página 11 - Send for him up; take no excuse.' The toil, the danger of the seas, Great ministers ne'er think of these; Or, let it cost five hundred pound, No matter where the money's found, It is but so much more in debt, And that they ne'er consider'd yet. ' Good Mr. Dean, go change your gown, Let my lord know you're come to town.
Página 98 - And sensible soft melancholy. "Has she no faults then, (Envy says) Sir?" Yes, she has one, I must aver; When all the world conspires to praise her, The woman's deaf, and does not hear.
Página 80 - A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, And greatly falling with a falling state. While Cato gives his little senate laws, What bosom beats not in his country's cause ? Who sees him act, but envies every deed ? Who hears him groan, and does not wish to bleed?
Página 97 - Mournful cypress, verdant willow, Gilding my Aurelia's brows, Morpheus hovering o'er my pillow, Hear me pay my dying vows.
Página 9 - I'VE often wish'd that I had clear For life, six hundred pounds a year, A handsome house to lodge a friend, A river at my garden's end, A terrace walk, and half a rood Of land, set out to plant a wood.
Página 13 - Or gravely try to read the lines Writ underneath the country signs; Or, ' Have you nothing new to-day ' From Pope, from Parnell, or from Gay ?' Such tattle often entertains My lord and me as far as Staines, As once a week we travel down To Windsor, and again to town, Where all that passes inter nos Might be proclaim'd at Charing-cross.
Página 101 - ... In vain my structures rise, my gardens grow ; In vain fair Thames reflects the double scenes Of hanging mountains, and of sloping greens ; Joy lives not here, to happier seats it flies, And only dwells where Wortley casts her eyes. What are the gay parterre, the...
Página 60 - Oh lasting as those colours may they shine, Free as thy stroke, yet faultless as thy line ; New graces yearly like thy works display, Soft without weakness, without glaring gay ; Led by some rule, that guides, but not constrains ; And finish'd more...
Página 64 - The shining robes, rich jewels, beds of state, And, to complete her bliss, a Fool for Mate. She glares in Balls, front Boxes, and the Ring, A vain, unquiet, glitt'ring, wretched Thing! Pride, Pomp, and State but reach her outward part; She sighs, and is no Duchess at her heart.
Página 49 - SEE the wild waste of all-devouring years! How Rome her own sad sepulchre appears ! With nodding arches, broken temples spread, The very tombs now vanish'd like their dead!