The Poetical Works of Alexander PopeA.L. Burt, 1890 - 550 pages |
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... sing so well ! Now rise , and haste to yonder woodbine bow'rs , A soft retreat from sudden vernal show'rs , The turf with rural dainties shall be crowned , While op'ning blooms diffuse their sweets around . For see , the gath'ring ...
... sing so well ! Now rise , and haste to yonder woodbine bow'rs , A soft retreat from sudden vernal show'rs , The turf with rural dainties shall be crowned , While op'ning blooms diffuse their sweets around . For see , the gath'ring ...
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... sings within thy bow'r ! Then might my voice thine list'ning ears employ , And I those kisses he receives , enjoy . 8 And yet my numbers please the rural throng , Rough satyrs dance , and Pan * applauds the song : The nymphs , forsaking ...
... sings within thy bow'r ! Then might my voice thine list'ning ears employ , And I those kisses he receives , enjoy . 8 And yet my numbers please the rural throng , Rough satyrs dance , and Pan * applauds the song : The nymphs , forsaking ...
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... sing , and rival Orpheus ' strain , The won'dring forests soon should dance again ; The moving mountains hear the pow'rful call , And headlong streams hang list'ning in their fall ! But see , the shepherd s shun the noonday heat , The ...
... sing , and rival Orpheus ' strain , The won'dring forests soon should dance again ; The moving mountains hear the pow'rful call , And headlong streams hang list'ning in their fall ! But see , the shepherd s shun the noonday heat , The ...
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... sing . Thou , whom the Nine , with Plautus ' wit inspire , " The art of Terence and Menander's fire ; Whose sense instruct us , and whose humour charms , Whose judgment sways us , and whose spirit warms ! Oh , skilled in nature ! see ...
... sing . Thou , whom the Nine , with Plautus ' wit inspire , " The art of Terence and Menander's fire ; Whose sense instruct us , and whose humour charms , Whose judgment sways us , and whose spirit warms ! Oh , skilled in nature ! see ...
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... sing . Nor rivers winding through the vales below , So sweetly warble , or so smoothly flow . Now sleeping flocks on their soft fleeces lie , The moon serene in glory , mounts the sky , While silent birds forget their tuneful lays , Oh sing ...
... sing . Nor rivers winding through the vales below , So sweetly warble , or so smoothly flow . Now sleeping flocks on their soft fleeces lie , The moon serene in glory , mounts the sky , While silent birds forget their tuneful lays , Oh sing ...
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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.