The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: To which is Prefixed a Life of the AuthorPhillips, Sampson, 1849 |
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... throne . Born to no pride , inheriting no strife , Nor marrying discord in a noble wife ; Stranger to civil and religious rage , The good man walk'd innoxious through his age : No courts he saw , no suits would ever try.
... throne . Born to no pride , inheriting no strife , Nor marrying discord in a noble wife ; Stranger to civil and religious rage , The good man walk'd innoxious through his age : No courts he saw , no suits would ever try.
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... pride , too good for power Enjoy the glory to be great no more , And , carrying with you all the world can boast , To all the world illustriously are lost ; O let my muse her slender reed inspire , Till in your native shades you tune ...
... pride , too good for power Enjoy the glory to be great no more , And , carrying with you all the world can boast , To all the world illustriously are lost ; O let my muse her slender reed inspire , Till in your native shades you tune ...
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... pride survey'st our lofty woods ; Where towering oaks their growing honours rear , And future navies on thy shores appear . Not Neptune's self from all her strearas receives A wealthier tribute than to thine he gives . No seas so rich ...
... pride survey'st our lofty woods ; Where towering oaks their growing honours rear , And future navies on thy shores appear . Not Neptune's self from all her strearas receives A wealthier tribute than to thine he gives . No seas so rich ...
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... pride , pale terror , gloomy care , And mad ambition shall attend her there : There purple vengeance bathed in gore retires , Her weapons blunted , and extinct her fires : There hateful envy her own snakes shall feel , And persecution ...
... pride , pale terror , gloomy care , And mad ambition shall attend her there : There purple vengeance bathed in gore retires , Her weapons blunted , and extinct her fires : There hateful envy her own snakes shall feel , And persecution ...
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... pride ; the never - failing vice of fools . Whatever nature has in worth denied , She gives in large recruits of needful pride ! For as in bodies , thus in souls , we find What wants in blood and spirits , swell'd with wind : Pride ...
... pride ; the never - failing vice of fools . Whatever nature has in worth denied , She gives in large recruits of needful pride ! For as in bodies , thus in souls , we find What wants in blood and spirits , swell'd with wind : Pride ...
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The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: To which is Prefixed a Life of the Author Alexander Pope Visualização completa - 1848 |
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Página 11 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Página 11 - 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...
Página 269 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge Thy foe. If I am right, Thy grace impart Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, oh, teach my heart To find that better way!
Página 78 - From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part, And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art, Which without passing through the judgment, gains The heart, and all its end at once attains.
Página 256 - For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight ; His can't be wrong whose life is in the right. In faith and hope the world will disagree, But all mankind's concern is charity : All must be false that thwart this one great end, And all of God that bless mankind or mend.
Página 6 - I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Página 108 - The little engine on his fingers' ends; This just behind Belinda's neck he spread, As o'er the fragrant steams she bends her head. Swift to the lock a thousand sprites repair...
Página 231 - AWAKE, my St. John ! leave all meaner things To low ambition and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man ; A mighty maze ! but not without a plan ; A wild where weeds and flowers promiscuous shoot, Or garden tempting with forbidden fruit.
Página 98 - What though no credit doubting wits may give? The fair and innocent shall still believe. Know then, unnumber'd spirits round thee fly, The light militia of the lower sky: These, though unseen, are ever on the wing, Hang o'er the Box, and hover round the Ring.
Página 101 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide: If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.