The Works of Alexander Pope: Esq. with Notes and Illustrations by Himself and Others. To which are Added, a New Life of the Author, an Estimate of His Poetical Character and Writings, and Occasional Remarks, Zväzok 2J. Rivington, 1824 |
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Strana 22
... 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 ...
Strana 24
... ev'ry artful hand , Before your numbers eminently stand ; In you no vanity could thence be shewn , Unless , since short in beauty , of your own , Some envious scribbler might in spite declare , That for comparison you plac'd them there ...
... ev'ry artful hand , Before your numbers eminently stand ; In you no vanity could thence be shewn , Unless , since short in beauty , of your own , Some envious scribbler might in spite declare , That for comparison you plac'd them there ...
Strana 27
... ev'ry line . How sudden trees rise to the reader's sight , And make a doubtful scene of shade and light , 35 And give at once the day , at once the night ! And here again what sweet confusion reigns , In dreary COMMENDATORY POEMS . 27.
... ev'ry line . How sudden trees rise to the reader's sight , And make a doubtful scene of shade and light , 35 And give at once the day , at once the night ! And here again what sweet confusion reigns , In dreary COMMENDATORY POEMS . 27.
Strana 33
... ev'ry tender gale , Parent of flow'rets , old Arcadia , hail ! Here in the cool my limbs at ease I spread , Here let thy poplars whisper o'er my head : 40 Still slide thy waters , soft among the trees , Thy aspins quiver in a breathing ...
... ev'ry tender gale , Parent of flow'rets , old Arcadia , hail ! Here in the cool my limbs at ease I spread , Here let thy poplars whisper o'er my head : 40 Still slide thy waters , soft among the trees , Thy aspins quiver in a breathing ...
Strana 34
... 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 , 70 Our ears the lark ...
... 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 , 70 Our ears the lark ...
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Strana 54 - 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.
Strana 364 - To th' instruments divine respondence meet: The silver sounding instruments did meet With the base murmure of the waters fall : The waters fall with difference discreet, Now soft, now loud, unto the wind did call : The gentle warbling wind low answered to all.
Strana 113 - Instead of the thorn shall come up the fir-tree, and instead of the brier shall come up the myrtle-tree: and it shall be to the Lord for a name, for an everlasting sign that shall not be cut off.
Strana 109 - Oh, spring to light, auspicious Babe, be born ! See, Nature hastes her earliest wreaths to bring, With all the incense of the breathing spring; See lofty Lebanon his head advance, See nodding forests on the mountains dance; See, spicy clouds from lowly Saron rise, And Carmel's flowery top perfumes the skies!
Strana 110 - Lord's hand double for all her sins.' Isaiah proceeds, ' The voice of him that crieth in the wilderness. Prepare ye the way of the Lord, make straight in the desert a high way for our God.
Strana 60 - Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream. Ay me, I fondly dream ! Had ye been there...
Strana 65 - If we would copy Nature, it may be useful to take this Idea along with us, that Pastoral is an image of what they call the golden age. So that we are not to describe our shepherds as shepherds at this day really are, but as they may be conceived then to have been ; when the best of men followed the employment.
Strana 112 - No more shall nation against nation rise, Nor ardent warriors meet with hateful eyes; Nor fields with gleaming steel be cover'd o'er; The brazen trumpets kindle rage no more; But useless lances into scythes shall bend, And the broad falchion in a ploughshare end.
Strana 101 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Strana 285 - Then came the smallest tribe I yet had seen, Plain was their dress, and modest was their mien. Great idol of mankind ! we neither claim The praise of merit, nor aspire to fame ! But safe in deserts from th...