The Poetical Works of Alexander PopeW.P. Nimmo, 1878 - 448 pages |
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... kind : Generous converse ; a soul exempt from pride ; And love to praise , with reason on his side ? Such once were critics ; such the happy few , Athens and Rome in better ages knew , The mighty Stagirite first left the shore , Spread ...
... kind : Generous converse ; a soul exempt from pride ; And love to praise , with reason on his side ? Such once were critics ; such the happy few , Athens and Rome in better ages knew , The mighty Stagirite first left the shore , Spread ...
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... kind occasion prompts their warm desires , When music softens , and when dancing fires ? ' Tis but their sylph , the wise celestials know , Though honour is the word with men below . 60 70 Some nymphs there are , too conscious of their ...
... kind occasion prompts their warm desires , When music softens , and when dancing fires ? ' Tis but their sylph , the wise celestials know , Though honour is the word with men below . 60 70 Some nymphs there are , too conscious of their ...
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... kind . Some in the fields of purest ether play , And bask and whiten in the blaze of day . Some guide the course of wandering orbs on high , Or roll the planets through the boundless sky . Some less refined , beneath the moon's pale ...
... kind . Some in the fields of purest ether play , And bask and whiten in the blaze of day . Some guide the course of wandering orbs on high , Or roll the planets through the boundless sky . Some less refined , beneath the moon's pale ...
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... kind nature wakes her genial power , Suckles each herb , and spreads out every flower : Annual for me , the grape , the rose renew The juice nectareous , and the balmy dew ; For me , the mine a thousand treasures brings ; 70 MORAL ESSAYS .
... kind nature wakes her genial power , Suckles each herb , and spreads out every flower : Annual for me , the grape , the rose renew The juice nectareous , and the balmy dew ; For me , the mine a thousand treasures brings ; 70 MORAL ESSAYS .
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... kind , The proper organs , proper powers assigned ; Each seeming want compensated of course , Here with degrees of swiftness , there of force ; 1 All in exact proportion to the state ; Nothing to add , and nothing to abate . Each beast ...
... kind , The proper organs , proper powers assigned ; Each seeming want compensated of course , Here with degrees of swiftness , there of force ; 1 All in exact proportion to the state ; Nothing to add , and nothing to abate . Each beast ...
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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.