The Poetical Works of Alexander PopeA.L. Burt, 1890 - 550 pages |
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... sense instruct us , and whose humour charms , Whose judgment sways us , and whose spirit warms ! Oh , skilled in nature ! see the hearts of swains , Their artless passions , and their tender pains . Now setting Phoebus shone serenely ...
... sense instruct us , and whose humour charms , Whose judgment sways us , and whose spirit warms ! Oh , skilled in nature ! see the hearts of swains , Their artless passions , and their tender pains . Now setting Phoebus shone serenely ...
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... sense defaced : 1 Some are bewildered in the maze of schools , And some made coxcombs nature meant but fools . In search of wit these lose their common sense , And then turn critics in their own defence : Each burns alike , who can , or ...
... sense defaced : 1 Some are bewildered in the maze of schools , And some made coxcombs nature meant but fools . In search of wit these lose their common sense , And then turn critics in their own defence : Each burns alike , who can , or ...
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... sense , their learning to display , And those explain the meaning quite away . You then whose judgment the right course would steer , Know well each ancient's proper character ; His fable , subject , scope in ev'ry page ; Religion ...
... sense , their learning to display , And those explain the meaning quite away . You then whose judgment the right course would steer , Know well each ancient's proper character ; His fable , subject , scope in ev'ry page ; Religion ...
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... sense of sound antiquity had reigned , And sacred Homer yet been unprofaned . None e'er had thought his comprehensive mind To modern customs , modern rules confined ; Who for all ages writ , and all mankind . 1 Virgil , Eclog.VI .: Pope ...
... sense of sound antiquity had reigned , And sacred Homer yet been unprofaned . None e'er had thought his comprehensive mind To modern customs , modern rules confined ; Who for all ages writ , and all mankind . 1 Virgil , Eclog.VI .: Pope ...
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... sense , and doubt their own ! II . Or 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 voice of fools . Whatever nature ...
... sense , and doubt their own ! II . Or 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 voice of fools . Whatever nature ...
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Page 359 - 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 189 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state : •> From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could. suffer being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play ? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Page 221 - Father of all! in every age, In every clime adored, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord! Thou Great First Cause, least understood, Who all my sense confined To know but this, that Thou art good, And that myself am blind...
Page 358 - 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 273 - Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies. His wit all see-saw, between that and this, Now high, now low, now master up, now miss, And he himself one vile Antithesis.
Page 74 - The berries crackle, and the mill turns round; On shining altars of Japan they raise The silver lamp; the fiery spirits blaze: From silver spouts the grateful liquors glide, While China's earth receives the smoking tide: At once they gratify their scent and taste, And frequent cups prolong the rich repast.
Page 187 - 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.
Page 184 - Before her, fancy's gilded clouds decay, And all its varying rainbows die away. Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires, The meteor drops, and in a flash expires. As one by one, at dread Medea's strain, The sick'ning stars fade off th' ethereal plain; As Argus
Page 85 - And hence th' egregious wizard shall foredoom The fate of Louis, and the fall of Rome. Then cease, bright nymph ! to mourn thy ravished hair, Which adds new glory to the shining sphere! Not all the tresses that fair head can boast, Shall draw such envy as the Lock you lost. For after all the murders of your eye, When, after millions slain, yourself shall die; When those fair suns shall set, as set they must, And all those tresses shall be laid in dust, This lock the Muse shall consecrate to fame,...
Page 193 - All matter quick, and bursting into birth. Above, how high, progressive life may go! Around, how wide! how deep extend below! Vast chain of Being! which from God began, Natures ethereal, human, angel, man, Beast, bird, fish, insect, what no eye can see, No glass can reach; from Infinite to thee, From thee to Nothing.