The poetical works of Alexander PopeCrissy & Markley., 1865 |
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... fate in poetry , it is ten to one but he must give up all the reasonable aims of life for it . There are , indeed , some advan- tages accruing from a genius to poetry , and they are all I can think of the agreeable power of self ...
... fate in poetry , it is ten to one but he must give up all the reasonable aims of life for it . There are , indeed , some advan- tages accruing from a genius to poetry , and they are all I can think of the agreeable power of self ...
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... fate , All but the page prescribed , their present state : From brutes what men , from men what spirits know : Or who could suffer being here below ? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to - day , Had he thy reason , would he skip and play ...
... fate , All but the page prescribed , their present state : From brutes what men , from men what spirits know : Or who could suffer being here below ? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to - day , Had he thy reason , would he skip and play ...
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... fate . In vain thy reason finer webs shall draw , Entangle justice in her net of law , And right , too rigid , harden into wrong , Still for the strong too weak , the weak too strong . Yet go ! and thus o'er all the creatures sway ...
... fate . In vain thy reason finer webs shall draw , Entangle justice in her net of law , And right , too rigid , harden into wrong , Still for the strong too weak , the weak too strong . Yet go ! and thus o'er all the creatures sway ...
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... fate , as he has had for his trans- lators persons of the most eminent rank and abilities in their res pective nations . But the resemblance holds in nothing more than in their being equally abused by the ignorant pre- tenders to poetry ...
... fate , as he has had for his trans- lators persons of the most eminent rank and abilities in their res pective nations . But the resemblance holds in nothing more than in their being equally abused by the ignorant pre- tenders to poetry ...
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... fate to encourage fools . " But it happens that this , our poet , never had any place , pension , or gratuity , in any shape , from the said glorious queen , or any of her ministers . All he owed , in the whole course of his life , to ...
... fate to encourage fools . " But it happens that this , our poet , never had any place , pension , or gratuity , in any shape , from the said glorious queen , or any of her ministers . All he owed , in the whole course of his life , to ...
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Æneid ancient bard beauty behold blest breast Charles Gildon charms Cibber court cried critics crown'd Dennis divine dull Dulness Dunciad e'er Eclogues Essay on Criticism eyes fair fame fate fire flames fools genius gentle give glory goddess gods grace happy hath head heart Heaven hero Homer honour Iliad James Moore John Dennis king knave learn'd learned Leonard Welsted LEWIS THEOBALD live lord mankind Matthew Concanen mind mortal muse nature ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er once passion pastoral Phoebus plain pleased pleasure poem poet Pope praise pride proud queen rage reign rhyme rise round sacred Sappho satire sense shade shew shine sighs sing skies soft soul taste tears thee Theocritus thine things thou thought throne trembling truth Twas verse Virgil virtue wings 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.