The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: With His Last Corrections, Additions, and Improvements. From the Text of Dr. Warburton. With the Life of the Author ...W. Durrell, 1812 |
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... leave to explain two or three difficult terms . The Rosicrusians are a people I must bring you acquainted with . The best account I know of them is in a French book called Le Compte de Gabalis , which , both in its title and size , is ...
... leave to explain two or three difficult terms . The Rosicrusians are a people I must bring you acquainted with . The best account I know of them is in a French book called Le Compte de Gabalis , which , both in its title and size , is ...
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... leaves the fair at large , Shall feel sharp vengeance soon o'ertake his sins , 125 Be stopt in vials , or transfix'd with pins ; Or plung'd in lakes of bitter washes lie , Or wedg'd whole ages in a bodkin's eye : 121 Gums and pomatums ...
... leaves the fair at large , Shall feel sharp vengeance soon o'ertake his sins , 125 Be stopt in vials , or transfix'd with pins ; Or plung'd in lakes of bitter washes lie , Or wedg'd whole ages in a bodkin's eye : 121 Gums and pomatums ...
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... dejects my lofty mind ; All that I dread is leaving you behind ! Rather than so , ah let me still survive , And burn in Cupid's flames .... but burn alive . 90 95 100 105 Restore the Lock ! she cries ; and all 36 THE RAPE OF THE LOCK .
... dejects my lofty mind ; All that I dread is leaving you behind ! Rather than so , ah let me still survive , And burn in Cupid's flames .... but burn alive . 90 95 100 105 Restore the Lock ! she cries ; and all 36 THE RAPE OF THE LOCK .
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... leave , I must protest , So may my soul arrive at ease and rest , As still I hold my own advice the best . Sir , I have liv'd a courtier all my days , And study'd men , their manners , and their ways ; And have observ'd this useful ...
... leave , I must protest , So may my soul arrive at ease and rest , As still I hold my own advice the best . Sir , I have liv'd a courtier all my days , And study'd men , their manners , and their ways ; And have observ'd this useful ...
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... leave them , and our tale pursue . ' Twas now the season when the glorious sun His heav'nly progress thro ' the Twins had run ; And Jove , exalted , his mild influence yields , To glad the glebe , and paint the flow'ry fields : Clear ...
... leave them , and our tale pursue . ' Twas now the season when the glorious sun His heav'nly progress thro ' the Twins had run ; And Jove , exalted , his mild influence yields , To glad the glebe , and paint the flow'ry fields : Clear ...
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Page 113 - 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 108 - While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind ; But more...
Page 107 - 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.
Page 16 - Or roll the planets through the boundless sky. Some less refin'd, beneath the moon's pale light Pursue the stars that shoot athwart the night, Or suck the mists in grosser air below, Or dip their pinions in the painted bow, Or brew fierce tempests on the wintry main, Or o'er the glebe distil the kindly rain.
Page 113 - 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.
Page 208 - Yes, I am proud ; I must be proud to see Men, not afraid of God, afraid of me ; Safe from the bar, the pulpit, and the throne, Yet touch'd and sham'd by ridicule alone.
Page 35 - 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 13 - 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.
Page 19 - Who gave the ball, or paid the visit last; One speaks the glory of the British queen, And one describes a charming Indian screen; A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes; At every word a reputation dies.
Page 110 - Some to conceit alone their taste confine, And glittering thoughts struck out at every line ; Pleased with a work where nothing's just or fit, One glaring chaos and wild heap of wit. Poets, like painters, thus unskill'd to trace The naked nature and the living grace, With gold and jewels cover every part, And hide with ornaments their want of art.