The poetical works of Alexander PopeCrissy & Markley., 1865 |
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... hear no more truth than if he were a prince or a beauty . If he has not very good sense , ( and indeed there are twenty men of wit for one man of sense , ) his living thus in a course of flattery may put him in no small danger of ...
... hear no more truth than if he were a prince or a beauty . If he has not very good sense , ( and indeed there are twenty men of wit for one man of sense , ) his living thus in a course of flattery may put him in no small danger of ...
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... hears him in the wind ; His soul , proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk , or milky way ; Yet simple ... hear him company . IV . Go , wiser thou ! and , in thy scale of sense , ; Weigh thy opinion against Providence ...
... hears him in the wind ; His soul , proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk , or milky way ; Yet simple ... hear him company . IV . Go , wiser thou ! and , in thy scale of sense , ; Weigh thy opinion against Providence ...
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... hears the hawk when Philomela sings ? Man cares for all : to birds he gives his woods , To beasts his pastures , and to fish his floods ; For some his interest prompts him to provide , For more his pleasure , yet for more his pride ...
... hears the hawk when Philomela sings ? Man cares for all : to birds he gives his woods , To beasts his pastures , and to fish his floods ; For some his interest prompts him to provide , For more his pleasure , yet for more his pride ...
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... hears the general groan , Murders their species , and betrays his own . But just disease to luxury succeeds , And every death its own avenger breeds ; The fury - passions from that blood began , And turn'd on Man a fiercer savage , Man ...
... hears the general groan , Murders their species , and betrays his own . But just disease to luxury succeeds , And every death its own avenger breeds ; The fury - passions from that blood began , And turn'd on Man a fiercer savage , Man ...
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... hear , you have , and what's unknown , The same , ( my lord , ) if Tully's , or your own . All that we feel of it begins and ends In the small circle of our foes or friends ; To all beside as much an empty shade A Eugene living , as a ...
... hear , you have , and what's unknown , The same , ( my lord , ) if Tully's , or your own . All that we feel of it begins and ends In the small circle of our foes or friends ; To all beside as much an empty shade A Eugene living , as a ...
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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.