The Poetical Works of Alexander PopeW.P. Nimmo, 1878 - 448 pages |
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... arms they turned , Sure to hate most the men from whom they learned . So modern ' Pothecaries , taught the art By doctor's bills to play the doctor's part , Bold in the practice of mistaken rules , Prescribe , apply , and call their ...
... arms they turned , Sure to hate most the men from whom they learned . So modern ' Pothecaries , taught the art By doctor's bills to play the doctor's part , Bold in the practice of mistaken rules , Prescribe , apply , and call their ...
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... arms in magazines we place , All ranged in order , and disposed with grace , But less to please the eye , than arm the hand , Still fit for use , and ready at command . Thee , bold Longinus ! all the nine inspire , And bless their ...
... arms in magazines we place , All ranged in order , and disposed with grace , But less to please the eye , than arm the hand , Still fit for use , and ready at command . Thee , bold Longinus ! all the nine inspire , And bless their ...
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... arms from Latium chased , Their ancient bounds the banished muses passed ; 710 Thence arts o'er all the northern world advance , But critic - learning flourished most in France : The rules a nation , born to serve , obeys ; And Boileau ...
... arms from Latium chased , Their ancient bounds the banished muses passed ; 710 Thence arts o'er all the northern world advance , But critic - learning flourished most in France : The rules a nation , born to serve , obeys ; And Boileau ...
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... arms ; The fair each moment rises in her charms , Repairs her smiles , awakens every grace , And calls forth all the wonders of her face ; Sees by degrees a purer blush arise , And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes . I 20 130 140 ...
... arms ; The fair each moment rises in her charms , Repairs her smiles , awakens every grace , And calls forth all the wonders of her face ; Sees by degrees a purer blush arise , And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes . I 20 130 140 ...
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... arms divine the British throne . Our humbler province is to tend the fair , Not a less pleasing , though less glorious care ; To save the powder from too rude a gale , Nor let the imprisoned essences exhale ; To draw fresh colours from ...
... arms divine the British throne . Our humbler province is to tend the fair , Not a less pleasing , though less glorious care ; To save the powder from too rude a gale , Nor let the imprisoned essences exhale ; To draw fresh colours from ...
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Page 76 - All nature is but art, unknown to thee ; All chance, direction, which thou canst not see ; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good. And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear,
Page 414 - How loved, how honour'd once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot ; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
Page 69 - 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 18 - But most by numbers judge a poet's song, And smooth or rough, with them, is right or wrong: In the bright muse, though thousand charms conspire, Her voice is all these tuneful fools admire...
Page 15 - Tis not a lip, or eye, we beauty call, But the joint force and full result of all.
Page 165 - tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out : Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land. What walls can guard me, or what shades can hide? They pierce my thickets, thro...
Page 111 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe.
Page 83 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen ; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Page 176 - Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings, This painted child of dirt, that stinks and stings; Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys; So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
Page 112 - Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.