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... a stone , a name Which once had beauty , titles , wealth and fame ; How lov'd ,
how honour'd once , avails thee not , To whom related , or by whom begot ; A
heap of dust alone remains of thee ; ' Tis all thou art , and all the proud shall be !
... a stone , a name Which once had beauty , titles , wealth and fame ; How lov'd ,
how honour'd once , avails thee not , To whom related , or by whom begot ; A
heap of dust alone remains of thee ; ' Tis all thou art , and all the proud shall be !
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Though each great ancient court thee to his shrine , Though ev'ry laurel through
the dome be thine , ( From the proud epic down to those that shade The gentler
brow of the soft Lesbian maid , ) Go to the good and just , and awful Thy soul's ...
Though each great ancient court thee to his shrine , Though ev'ry laurel through
the dome be thine , ( From the proud epic down to those that shade The gentler
brow of the soft Lesbian maid , ) Go to the good and just , and awful Thy soul's ...
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Cease to contend ; for , Daphnis , I decree , The bowl to Strephon , and the lamb
to thee . Blest swains , whose nymphs in every grace excel ; Blest nymphs ,
whose swains those graces sing so well Now rise and haste to yonder woodbine
...
Cease to contend ; for , Daphnis , I decree , The bowl to Strephon , and the lamb
to thee . Blest swains , whose nymphs in every grace excel ; Blest nymphs ,
whose swains those graces sing so well Now rise and haste to yonder woodbine
...
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The bleating sheep with my complaints agree , They parch'd with heat , and I
inflam'd by thee . The sultry Sirius burns the thirsty plains , While in thy heart
eternal winter reigns . Where stray ye , muses , in what lawn or grore , While your
Alexis ...
The bleating sheep with my complaints agree , They parch'd with heat , and I
inflam'd by thee . The sultry Sirius burns the thirsty plains , While in thy heart
eternal winter reigns . Where stray ye , muses , in what lawn or grore , While your
Alexis ...
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From shepherds , flocks , and plains , I may remove , Forsake mankind , and all
the world but love ; I know thee , Love ! on foreign mountains bred ; Wolves gave
thee suck , and savage tigers fed : Thou wert from Etna's burning entrails torn ...
From shepherds , flocks , and plains , I may remove , Forsake mankind , and all
the world but love ; I know thee , Love ! on foreign mountains bred ; Wolves gave
thee suck , and savage tigers fed : Thou wert from Etna's burning entrails torn ...
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Página 84 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar : When Ajax strives some rock's vast- weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow ; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Página 120 - To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart ; To make mankind in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold...
Página 104 - Whatever spirit, careless of his charge, His post neglects, or leaves the fair at large, Shall feel sharp vengeance soon o'ertake his sins, Be...
Página 80 - A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring : There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, And drinking largely sobers us again.
Página 84 - Though oft the ear the open vowels tire; While expletives their feeble aid do join; And ten low words oft creep in one dull line: While they ring round the same unvaried chimes With sure returns of still expected rhymes: Where'er you find "the cooling western breeze...
Página 100 - Repairs her smiles, awakens every grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face: Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes. The busy sylphs surround their darling care, These set the head, and those divide the hair, Some fold the sleeve, while others plait the gown; And Betty's praised for labours not her own. CANTO II NOT with more glories, in th...
Página 288 - She, who ne'er answers till a husband cools, Or, if she rules him, never shows she rules ; Charms by accepting, by submitting sways, Yet has her humour most, when she obeys...
Página 80 - OF all the causes which conspire to blind Man's erring judgment, and misguide the mind, What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
Página 83 - Words are like leaves, and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found. 310 False eloquence, like the prismatic glass, Its gaudy colours spreads on every place ; The face of Nature we no more survey, All glares alike, without distinction gay ; But true expression, like th' unchanging sun, Clears, and improves whate'er it shines upon ; It gilds all objects, but it alters none.