The Works of Alexander Pope, Volume 1J. F. Dove, St. John's Square, 1822 - Poets, English |
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... ev'n Homer blam'd ! But to this Genius , join'd with so much Art , Such various Learning mix'd in ev'ry part , Poets are bound a loud applause to pay ; Apollo bids it , and they must obey . And yet so wonderful , sublime a thing As the ...
... ev'n Homer blam'd ! But to this Genius , join'd with so much Art , Such various Learning mix'd in ev'ry part , Poets are bound a loud applause to pay ; Apollo bids it , and they must obey . And yet so wonderful , sublime a thing As the ...
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... ev'ry line . How sudden trees rise to the reader's sight , And make a doubtful scene of shade and light , And give at once the day , at once the night ! And here again what sweet confusion reigns , In dreary deserts mix'd with painted ...
... ev'ry line . How sudden trees rise to the reader's sight , And make a doubtful scene of shade and light , And give at once the day , at once the night ! And here again what sweet confusion reigns , In dreary deserts mix'd with painted ...
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... ry banks for ever lay . Thence let me view the venerable scene , 50 .55 The awful dome , the groves eternal green ... Ev'n I essay'd to touch the trembling string : Who could hear them , and not attempt to sing ? Rous'd from these dreams ...
... ry banks for ever lay . Thence let me view the venerable scene , 50 .55 The awful dome , the groves eternal green ... Ev'n I essay'd to touch the trembling string : Who could hear them , and not attempt to sing ? Rous'd from these dreams ...
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... ev'ry tender gale , 30 35 Parent of flowrets , old Arcadia , hail ! 40 Here in the cool my limbs at ease I spread , Here let thy poplars whisper o'er my head : Still slide thy waters , soft among the trees , Thy aspins quiver in a ...
... ev'ry tender gale , 30 35 Parent of flowrets , old Arcadia , hail ! 40 Here in the cool my limbs at ease I spread , Here let thy poplars whisper o'er my head : Still slide thy waters , soft among the trees , Thy aspins quiver in a ...
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... ev'ry Music varies in thy lines ! Still as I read , I feel my bosom beat , And rise in raptures by another's heat . Thus in the wood , when summer dress'd the days , While Windsor lent us tuneful hours of ease , Our ears the lark , the ...
... ev'ry Music varies in thy lines ! Still as I read , I feel my bosom beat , And rise in raptures by another's heat . Thus in the wood , when summer dress'd the days , While Windsor lent us tuneful hours of ease , Our ears the lark , the ...
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Page 217 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
Page 229 - To tire our patience, than mislead our sense. Some few in that, but numbers err in this ; Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss ; A fool might once himself alone expose, Now one in verse makes many more in prose. 'Tis with our judgments as our watches, none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
Page 377 - Now Jove suspends his golden scales in air, Weighs the men's wits against the lady's hair; The doubtful beam long nods from side to side; At length the wits mount up, the hairs subside. See fierce Belinda on the baron flies, With more than usual lightning in her eyes: Nor fear'd the chief th' unequal fight to try, Who sought no more than on his foe to die.
Page 278 - 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.
Page 239 - First follow Nature, and your judgment frame By her just standard, which is still the same...
Page 345 - Now awful beauty puts on all its arms ; The fair each moment rises in her charms, 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.
Page 220 - Hark! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Page 356 - Th' expressive emblem of their softer power ; Four knaves in garbs succinct, a trusty band, Caps on their heads, and halberts in their hand ; And particolour'd troops, a shining train, Draw forth to combat on the velvet plain. The skilful nymph reviews her force with care : Let Spades be trumps ! she said, and trumps they were.
Page 153 - The rocks proclaim th' approaching Deity. Lo, Earth receives him from the bending skies! Sink down, ye mountains! and ye valleys, rise! With heads declined, ye cedars, homage pay! Be smooth, ye rocks! ye rapid floods, give way! The Saviour comes! by ancient bards foretold: Hear him, ye deaf! and all ye blind, behold! He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, And on the sightless eyeball pour the day: Tis he th...
Page 270 - But wit, abstracted from its effects upon the hearer, may be more rigorously and philosophically considered as a kind of "discordia concors", a combination of dissimilar images, or discovery of occult resemblances in things apparently unlike.