The Poetical Works of Alexander PopeW.P. Nimmo, 1878 - 448 oldal |
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ancient Balaam Bavius Behold better blessing blest bliss breast Cæsar charms Cibber Codrus court cried crown death divine Duchess of Marlborough dulness Dunciad e'er EPISTLE eternal eyes fair fame fate fool give glory goddess grace happiness head heart heaven honour Iliad king knave laws learned Leonard Welsted live Lord Lord Bathurst Lord Hervey mankind mind mortal muse nature ne'er never night nymph o'er once Ovid passion Pindar plain pleased pleasure poem poet Pope praise pride proud queen rage reason reign rich rise round Sappho satire sense shade shine sigh sing skies soft soul sylphs taste Thalestris thee things thou thought thousand throne trembling Twas verse vice Virg Virgil virtue Warburton Whig whole wife wings wise wretched write ΙΟ
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76. oldal - 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,
414. oldal - 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!
69. oldal - 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.
18. oldal - 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...
15. oldal - Tis not a lip, or eye, we beauty call, But the joint force and full result of all.
165. oldal - 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...
111. oldal - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe.
83. oldal - 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.
176. oldal - 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.
112. oldal - Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.