The poetical works of Alexander PopeCrissy & Markley., 1865 |
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... the poor man is all the while tremb- ling with the fear of being ridiculous . If he is made to hope he may please the world , he falls under very unlucky circum- stances ; for , from the moment he prints , 2 THE AUTHOR'S PREFACE .
... the poor man is all the while tremb- ling with the fear of being ridiculous . If he is made to hope he may please the world , he falls under very unlucky circum- stances ; for , from the moment he prints , 2 THE AUTHOR'S PREFACE .
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... fall , Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd , And now a bubble burst , and now a world . Hope humbly then ; with trembling pinions soar Wait the great teacher Death ; and God adore . What future bliss , he gives not thee to know , But ...
... fall , Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd , And now a bubble burst , and now a world . Hope humbly then ; with trembling pinions soar Wait the great teacher Death ; and God adore . What future bliss , he gives not thee to know , But ...
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... fall . Let earth unbalanced from her orbit fly , Planets and stars , run lawless through the sky : Let ruling angels from their sphere be hurl'd , Being on being wreck'd , and world on world ; Heaven's whole foundations to their centre ...
... fall . Let earth unbalanced from her orbit fly , Planets and stars , run lawless through the sky : Let ruling angels from their sphere be hurl'd , Being on being wreck'd , and world on world ; Heaven's whole foundations to their centre ...
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... 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 ! Go , wondrous creature ! mount where science guides , Go , measure earth , weigh air ...
... 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 ! Go , wondrous creature ! mount where science guides , Go , measure earth , weigh air ...
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... fall , That vice or virtue there is none at all . If white and black blend , soften , and unite A thousand ways , is there no black or white ? Ask your own heart , and nothing is so plain ; ' Tis to mistake them costs the time and pain ...
... fall , That vice or virtue there is none at all . If white and black blend , soften , and unite A thousand ways , is there no black or white ? Ask your own heart , and nothing is so plain ; ' Tis to mistake them costs the time and pain ...
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admire Æneid ancient bard beauty behold blest breast bright Charles Gildon charms Cibber court cried critics Dennis divine dull Dulness dunce Dunciad e'er eclogue epic Essay on Criticism eyes fair fame fate fire flames fools genius gentle give glory goddess gods grace hand happy hath head heart Heaven hero Homer honour Iliad John Dennis kings learn'd learned Leonard Welsted LEWIS THEOBALD live lord Matthew Concanen mind muse nature ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er once passion pastoral plain pleased poem poet poetry Pope praise pride queen rage reign rhyme rise round sacred Sappho satire sense shade shew shine sighs sing skies soft soul sylphs tears Thalestris thee Theocritus thine things thou thought throne trembling true Twas verse Virgil virtue wings words write youth
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Página 203 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
Página 320 - Dreading e'en fools, by flatterers besieged, And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and Templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers load, On wings of winds came flying...
Página 16 - See, through this air, this ocean, and this earth, All matter quick, and bursting into birth. Above, how high, progressive life may go ! Around, how wide ! how deep extend below ! Vast chain of being ! which from God began, Natures ethereal, human, angel, man, Beast, bird, fish, insect, what no eye can see, No glass can reach ; from infinite to thee, From thee to nothing.
Página 18 - Chaos of Thought and Passion, all confused; Still by himself abused or disabused; 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 22 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen ; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Página 13 - Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar, Wait the great teacher Death, and God adore. What future bliss he gives not thee to know, But gives that hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest. The soul, uneasy and confined, from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Página 202 - Thus let me live, unseen, unknown, Thus unlamented let me die, Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie.
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. What blessings Thy free bounty gives, Let me not cast away; For God is paid when man receives ; To enjoy is to obey.
Página 195 - Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem, rise ! Exalt thy towery head, and lift thy eyes ! See, a long race thy spacious courts adorn ; See future sons, and daughters yet unborn, In crowding ranks on every side arise, Demanding life, impatient for the skies...
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. 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.