The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, 2. kötetW. Pickering, 1851 |
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ALEXANDER POPE Ambrose Philips ANTISTROPHE Balaam beauty behold bless'd blessing bliss breast breath Cæsar Catiline charms Countess of Suffolk cried critics crown'd dame dear death e'en e'er ease envy EPISTLE ESSAY ON CRITICISM Eurydice Eustace Budgell eyes fair fame fate fire fix'd flame fool gentle gold grace Gulliver's Travels happiness heart Heaven honour Houyhnhnm join'd king knave knight lady learn'd learning live lord lyre man's mankind mind mortal Muse nature nature's ne'er never numbers nymph o'er once Ovid pain parterre passion pleas'd pleasure poet Pope praise pride proud rage rais'd reason rise rules sage Sappho seem'd self-love SEMICHORUS sense shade shine sigh skies SMIL soft soul spouse squire taste thee things thou thought true Twas tyrant virtue whate'er whole wife wise youth
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152. oldal - 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...
82. oldal - The only point where human bliss stands still, And tastes the good without the fall to ill ; Where only merit constant pay receives, Is...
85. oldal - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than heaven pursue.
17. oldal - Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar: When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow : Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
6. oldal - First follow Nature, and your judgment frame By her just standard, which is still the same: Unerring Nature, still divinely bright, One clear...
12. oldal - Fir'd at first sight with what the Muse imparts, In fearless youth we tempt the heights of arts, While from the bounded level of our mind, Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind; But more advanc'd, behold with strange surprise, New distant scenes of endless science rise!
39. oldal - Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...
36. oldal - Say first, of God above or man below What can we reason but from what we know ? Of man what see we but his station here, From which to reason, or to which refer ? Through worlds unnumber'd though the God be known, Tis ours to trace him only in our own.
46. oldal - Cease then, nor order imperfection name : Our proper bliss depends on what we blame. Know thy own point : This kind, this due degree Of blindness, weakness, Heaven bestows on thee.
17. oldal - The reader's threatened (not in vain) with 'sleep'. Then, at the last and only couplet fraught With some unmeaning thing they call a thought, A needless Alexandrine ends the song, That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.