The Works of Alexander Pope, Volume 2J. F. Dove, St. John's Square, 1822 |
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... ( quoth she ) thy trump gone- And certes all the breath that went Out of his trump's mouth smel'd As men a pot of baume held Among a basket full of roses P. Since living virtue is with envy curs'd , 320 And 86 THE TEMPLE OF FAME .
... ( quoth she ) thy trump gone- And certes all the breath that went Out of his trump's mouth smel'd As men a pot of baume held Among a basket full of roses P. Since living virtue is with envy curs'd , 320 And 86 THE TEMPLE OF FAME .
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Alexander Pope. Since living virtue is with envy curs'd , 320 And the best men are treated like the worst , Do thou , just Goddess , call our merits forth , And give each deed th ' exact intrinsic worth . Not with bare justice shall your ...
Alexander Pope. Since living virtue is with envy curs'd , 320 And the best men are treated like the worst , Do thou , just Goddess , call our merits forth , And give each deed th ' exact intrinsic worth . Not with bare justice shall your ...
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... virtue seem'd , was done for thee alone . Ambitious fools ! ( the Queen replied , and frown'd ) Be all your acts in dark oblivion drown'd ; There sleep forgot , with mighty tyrants gone , Your statues moulder'd , and your names unknown ...
... virtue seem'd , was done for thee alone . Ambitious fools ! ( the Queen replied , and frown'd ) Be all your acts in dark oblivion drown'd ; There sleep forgot , with mighty tyrants gone , Your statues moulder'd , and your names unknown ...
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... virtue ev'n for virtue's sake . 365 And live there men , who slight immortal fame ? Who then with incense shall adore our name ? But mortals ! know , ' tis still our greatest pride To blaze those virtues , which the good would hide ...
... virtue ev'n for virtue's sake . 365 And live there men , who slight immortal fame ? Who then with incense shall adore our name ? But mortals ! know , ' tis still our greatest pride To blaze those virtues , which the good would hide ...
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... virtue lost , tho ' time has shed These rev'rend honours on my hoary head : 130 IMITATIONS . Or elles pray to God him for to send A wif , to last unto his lives end . For than his lif is set in sikernesse , He may not be deceived , as Ι ...
... virtue lost , tho ' time has shed These rev'rend honours on my hoary head : 130 IMITATIONS . Or elles pray to God him for to send A wif , to last unto his lives end . For than his lif is set in sikernesse , He may not be deceived , as Ι ...
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Página 30 - Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid, Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid; They live, they speak, they breathe what love inspires, Warm from the soul, and faithful to its fires, The virgin's wish without her fears impart, 55 Excuse the blush, and pour out all the heart, Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.
Página 42 - Ah come not, write not, think not once of me, Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee. Thy oaths I quit, thy memory resign; Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine. Fair eyes, and tempting looks (which yet I view!) Long lov'd, ador'd ideas!
Página 289 - The lust of lucre, and the dread of death. In vain to deserts thy retreat is made; The Muse attends thee to thy silent shade: 'Tis hers, the brave man's latest steps to trace, Rejudge his acts, and dignify disgrace. 30 When int'rest calls off all her sneaking train And all th...
Página 378 - Unblam'd through life, lamented in thy end. These are thy honours; not that here thy bust Is mix'd with heroes, or with kings thy dust; But that the Worthy and the Good shall say, Striking their pensive bosoms — Here lies GAY.
Página 32 - Some emanation of th' all-beauteous Mind. Those smiling eyes, attemp'ring every ray, Shone sweetly lambent with celestial day. Guiltless I gaz'd; heav'n listen'd while you sung; And truths divine came mended from that tongue. From lips like those what precept fail'd to move? Too soon they taught me 'twas no sin to love: Back through the paths of pleasing sense I ran, Nor wish'd an Angel whom I lov'da Man.
Página 32 - How oft, when press'd to marriage, have I said, Curse on all laws but those which love has made! Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies, Let wealth, let honour, wait the wedded dame, August her deed, and sacred be her fame; Before true passion all those views remove, Fame, wealth, and honour!
Página 377 - A poet, blest beyond the poet's fate, Whom Heaven kept sacred from the Proud and Great : Foe to loud praise, and friend to learned ease, Content with science in the vale of peace. Calmly he look'd on either life ; and here Saw nothing to regret, or there to fear ; From Nature's temperate feast rose satisfied, Thank'd Heaven that he had liv'd, and that he died.
Página 35 - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow To the full-voiced quire below In service high and anthems clear As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.