The Poetical Works of Alexander PopeW.P. Nimmo, 1878 - 448 pages |
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... Heaven . The generous critic fanned the poet's fire , And taught the world with reason to admire . Then criticism the muse's handmaid proved , ΙΟΟ To dress her charms , and make her more beloved : But following wits from that intention ...
... Heaven . The generous critic fanned the poet's fire , And taught the world with reason to admire . Then criticism the muse's handmaid proved , ΙΟΟ To dress her charms , and make her more beloved : But following wits from that intention ...
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... heaven reveals not what , or how , or where : Warned by the sylph , O pious maid , beware ! IIO 1 The language of the Platonists , the writers of the intelligible world of spirits , & c . This to disclose is all thy guardian can ...
... heaven reveals not what , or how , or where : Warned by the sylph , O pious maid , beware ! IIO 1 The language of the Platonists , the writers of the intelligible world of spirits , & c . This to disclose is all thy guardian can ...
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... Heaven has doomed that Shock must fall . 110 Haste , then , ye spirits ! to your charge repair : The fluttering fan be Zephyretta's care ; The drops to thee , Brillante , we consign ; And , Momentilla , let the watch be thine ; Do thou ...
... Heaven has doomed that Shock must fall . 110 Haste , then , ye spirits ! to your charge repair : The fluttering fan be Zephyretta's care ; The drops to thee , Brillante , we consign ; And , Momentilla , let the watch be thine ; Do thou ...
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Alexander Pope. And all Olympus rings with loud alarms : Jove's thunder roars , heaven trembles all around , Blue Neptune storms , the bellowing deeps resound : 50 Earth shakes her nodding towers , the ground gives way , And the pale ...
Alexander Pope. And all Olympus rings with loud alarms : Jove's thunder roars , heaven trembles all around , Blue Neptune storms , the bellowing deeps resound : 50 Earth shakes her nodding towers , the ground gives way , And the pale ...
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... Heaven decrees ! with Heaven who can contest ? Some thought it mounted to the lunar sphere , 90 ΙΟΟ IIO Since all things lost on earth are treasured there . THE RAPE OF THE LOCK . 59.
... Heaven decrees ! with Heaven who can contest ? Some thought it mounted to the lunar sphere , 90 ΙΟΟ IIO Since all things lost on earth are treasured there . THE RAPE OF THE LOCK . 59.
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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.