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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... writer to take his place among the heads of the church . Swift's adherence to Mrs. Howard , justly obnoxious as she was to the queen , might have not slightly assisted the royal determination . As once a week we travel down To Windsor ...
... writer to take his place among the heads of the church . Swift's adherence to Mrs. Howard , justly obnoxious as she was to the queen , might have not slightly assisted the royal determination . As once a week we travel down To Windsor ...
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... writer prove , To thy remembrance lost , as to thy love ? Ask not the cause that I new numbers choose , 5 The lute neglected , and the lyric Muse : Love taught my tears in sadder notes to flow , And tuned my heart to elegies of wo . 11 ...
... writer prove , To thy remembrance lost , as to thy love ? Ask not the cause that I new numbers choose , 5 The lute neglected , and the lyric Muse : Love taught my tears in sadder notes to flow , And tuned my heart to elegies of wo . 11 ...
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... write , my words are lost in tears ! The less my sense , the more my love appears . 110 Sure ' twas not much to bid one kind adieu : At least , to feign was never hard to you . Farewell , my Lesbian love ! ' you might have 28 WORKS OF ...
... write , my words are lost in tears ! The less my sense , the more my love appears . 110 Sure ' twas not much to bid one kind adieu : At least , to feign was never hard to you . Farewell , my Lesbian love ! ' you might have 28 WORKS OF ...
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... writer lives in every line ; His easy art may happy nature seem ; Trifles themselves are elegant in him . Sure to charm all was his peculiar fate , 10 Who without flattery pleased the fair and great ; Still with esteem no less conversed ...
... writer lives in every line ; His easy art may happy nature seem ; Trifles themselves are elegant in him . Sure to charm all was his peculiar fate , 10 Who without flattery pleased the fair and great ; Still with esteem no less conversed ...
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... write to those , and none can live to these . 30 Too much your sex is by their forms confined ; Severe to all , but most to woman - kind : 35 Custom , grown blind with age , must be your guide ; Your pleasure is a vice , but not your ...
... write to those , and none can live to these . 30 Too much your sex is by their forms confined ; Severe to all , but most to woman - kind : 35 Custom , grown blind with age , must be your guide ; Your pleasure is a vice , but not your ...
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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!