The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, Volume 2Ingram, Cooke, 1853 |
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... kind From gods above no more compassion find ; If such inclemency in heaven can dwell , Yet why must unoffending Argos feel The vengeance due to this unlucky steel ? On me , on me , let all thy fury fall , Nor err from me , since I ...
... kind From gods above no more compassion find ; If such inclemency in heaven can dwell , Yet why must unoffending Argos feel The vengeance due to this unlucky steel ? On me , on me , let all thy fury fall , Nor err from me , since I ...
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... kind nurse supply a mother's care : And to his mother let him oft be led , Sport in her shades , and in her shades be fed ; Teach him , when first his infant voice shall frame Imperfect words , and lisp his mother's name , To hail this ...
... kind nurse supply a mother's care : And to his mother let him oft be led , Sport in her shades , and in her shades be fed ; Teach him , when first his infant voice shall frame Imperfect words , and lisp his mother's name , To hail this ...
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... kind soil with milky sap supplies ; You , only you , can move the god's desire : Oh crown so constant and so pure a fire ! Let soft compassion touch your gentle mind ; Think , ' tis Vertumnus begs you to be kind ! So may no frost , when ...
... kind soil with milky sap supplies ; You , only you , can move the god's desire : Oh crown so constant and so pure a fire ! Let soft compassion touch your gentle mind ; Think , ' tis Vertumnus begs you to be kind ! So may no frost , when ...
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... will return , receive ; And take at least the love you will not give . See , while I write , my words are lost in tears ! The less my sense , the more my love appears . 110 Sure ' twas not much to bid one kind adieu SAPPHO TO PHAON . 47.
... will return , receive ; And take at least the love you will not give . See , while I write , my words are lost in tears ! The less my sense , the more my love appears . 110 Sure ' twas not much to bid one kind adieu SAPPHO TO PHAON . 47.
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Alexander Pope Robert Carruthers. Sure ' twas not much to bid one kind adieu , ( At least to feign was never hard to you ) ; Farewell , my Lesbian love , you migh . have said ; Or coldly thus , Farewell , O Lesbian maid ! No tear did you ...
Alexander Pope Robert Carruthers. Sure ' twas not much to bid one kind adieu , ( At least to feign was never hard to you ) ; Farewell , my Lesbian love , you migh . have said ; Or coldly thus , Farewell , O Lesbian maid ! No tear did you ...
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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.