The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, Zväzok 3F. J. Du Roveray, 1804 |
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Strana 69 - Created half to rise, and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of Truth, in endless Error hurled: The glory, jest, and riddle of the world!
Strana 108 - What nothing earthly gives, or can destroy, The soul's calm sunshine, and the heart-felt joy, Is virtue's prize...
Strana 111 - Who wickedly is wise, or madly brave, Is but the more a fool, the more a knave. Who noble ends by noble means obtains, Or failing, smiles in exile or in chains, Like good Aurelius let him reign, or bleed Like Socrates, that man is great indeed. What's fame? a fancy'd life in others' breath, A thing beyond us, ev'n before our death.
Strana 120 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, That more than heav'n pursue. VOL. III. I What blessings thy free bounty gives, Let me not cast away; For God is paid when man receives: T
Strana 81 - Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law, Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw: Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight, A little louder, but as empty quite: Scarfs, garters, gold, amuse his riper stage, And beads and prayer-books are the toys of age: Pleased with this bauble still, as that before; Till tired he sleeps, and life's poor play is o'er.
Strana 26 - True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance. Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
Strana 9 - Ten Censure wrong for one who Writes amiss; A Fool might once himself alone expose, Now One in Verse makes many more in Prose.
Strana 121 - Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
Strana 70 - And quitting sense call imitating God; As Eastern priests in giddy circles run, And turn their heads to imitate the sun. Go, teach Eternal Wisdom how to rule — Then drop into thyself, and be a fool!
Strana 117 - Come then, my friend ! my genius ! come along ! Oh master of the poet, and the song ! And while the Muse now stoops, or now ascends, To man's low passions, or their glorious ends, Teach me, like thee, in various nature wise, To fall with dignity, with temper rise ; Form'd by thy converse, happily to steer, From grave to gay, from lively to severe ; Correct with spirit, eloquent with ease, Intent to reason, or polite to please.