The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, Volume 2Ingram, Cooke, 1853 |
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... fall , And level with the dust the Spartan wall ; No more let mortals Juno's power invoke , Her fanes no more with eastern incense smoke , Nor victims sink beneath the sacred stroke ! But to your Isis all my rites transfer , Let altars ...
... fall , And level with the dust the Spartan wall ; No more let mortals Juno's power invoke , Her fanes no more with eastern incense smoke , Nor victims sink beneath the sacred stroke ! But to your Isis all my rites transfer , Let altars ...
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... will pay , And on thy altars sacrifices lay ; 590 The sable flock shall fall beneath the stroke , And fill thy temples with a grateful smoke . 595 Hail , faithful Tripos ! hail , ye dark abodes STATIUS'S THEBAIS . 29.
... will pay , And on thy altars sacrifices lay ; 590 The sable flock shall fall beneath the stroke , And fill thy temples with a grateful smoke . 595 Hail , faithful Tripos ! hail , ye dark abodes STATIUS'S THEBAIS . 29.
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... fall , Nor err from me , since I deserve it all ; Unless our desert cities please thy sight , Our funeral flames reflect a grateful light . Discharge thy shafts , this ready bosom rend , And to the shades a ghost triumphant send ; But ...
... fall , Nor err from me , since I deserve it all ; Unless our desert cities please thy sight , Our funeral flames reflect a grateful light . Discharge thy shafts , this ready bosom rend , And to the shades a ghost triumphant send ; But ...
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... fall trickling from my eyes . 195 200 I go , ye nymphs ! those rocks and seas to prove ; How much I fear ! but ah , how much I love ! I go , ye nymphs , where furious love inspires ; Let female fears submit to female fires . To rocks ...
... fall trickling from my eyes . 195 200 I go , ye nymphs ! those rocks and seas to prove ; How much I fear ! but ah , how much I love ! I go , ye nymphs , where furious love inspires ; Let female fears submit to female fires . To rocks ...
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... Thus says the king who knew your wickedness : The son of Sirach testifies no less . 640 So may some wildfire on your bodies fall , Or some devouring plague consume you all ; As well you view the lecher in the tree , JANUARY AND MAY . 67.
... Thus says the king who knew your wickedness : The son of Sirach testifies no less . 640 So may some wildfire on your bodies fall , Or some devouring plague consume you all ; As well you view the lecher in the tree , JANUARY AND MAY . 67.
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Page 183 - To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart, To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold...
Page 199 - 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. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows...
Page 178 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?
Page 265 - Statesman, yet friend to Truth ! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear; Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend ; Ennobled by himself, by all approv'd, And prais'd, unenvy'd, by the Muse he lov'd.
Page 198 - In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold; Alike fantastic, if too new, or old: Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
Page 246 - Restore the Lock ! she cries ; and all around, Restore the Lock ! the vaulted roofs rebound. Not fierce Othello in so loud a strain...
Page 245 - Now Jove suspends his golden scales in air, Weighs the men's wits against the lady's hair ; The doubtful beam long nods from side to side ; At length the wits mount up, the hairs subside. See fierce Belinda on the baron flies, With more than usual lightning in her eyes : Nor fear'd the chief th' unequal fight to try, Who sought no more than on his foe to die.
Page 178 - Hark! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Page 228 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride...
Page 242 - CANTO V She said: the pitying audience melt in tears; But Fate and Love had stopp'd the baron's ears. In vain Thalestris with reproach assails, For who can move when fair Belinda fails? Not half so fix'd the Trojan could remain.