Miscellaneous Poems and TranslationsAlexander Pope Bernard Lintott, 1712 - 376 |
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... Winds with Rival Force contend , This way and that , the wav'ring Sails they bend , While freezing Boreas and black Eurus blow , Now here , now there , the reeling Veffel throw : Thus on each fide , alas ! our tott'ring State Feels all ...
... Winds with Rival Force contend , This way and that , the wav'ring Sails they bend , While freezing Boreas and black Eurus blow , Now here , now there , the reeling Veffel throw : Thus on each fide , alas ! our tott'ring State Feels all ...
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... Winds to blow , Here all their Rage , and ev'n their Murmurs ceafe , And facred Silence reigns , and universal Peace . A fhining Synod of Majestick Gods Gilds with new Luftre the divine Abodes , Heav'n feems improv'd with a superior Ray ...
... Winds to blow , Here all their Rage , and ev'n their Murmurs ceafe , And facred Silence reigns , and universal Peace . A fhining Synod of Majestick Gods Gilds with new Luftre the divine Abodes , Heav'n feems improv'd with a superior Ray ...
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... Winds , and to the Shades repair ; Bid Hell's black Monarch my Commands obey , And give up Laius to the Realms of Day , Whose Ghost yet fhiv'ring on Cocytus ' Sand Expects its Paffage to the farther Strand : Let the pale Sire revifit ...
... Winds , and to the Shades repair ; Bid Hell's black Monarch my Commands obey , And give up Laius to the Realms of Day , Whose Ghost yet fhiv'ring on Cocytus ' Sand Expects its Paffage to the farther Strand : Let the pale Sire revifit ...
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... Winds his rapid way , Now fmoothly steers through Air his equal Flight , Now fprings aloft , and tow'rs th ' Ethereal Height , Then wheeling down the Steep of Heav'n he flies , And draws a radiant Circle o'er the Skies . Mean time the ...
... Winds his rapid way , Now fmoothly steers through Air his equal Flight , Now fprings aloft , and tow'rs th ' Ethereal Height , Then wheeling down the Steep of Heav'n he flies , And draws a radiant Circle o'er the Skies . Mean time the ...
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... Winds with roaring Sound Burft from th ' Æolian Caves , and rend the Ground , With equal Rage their airy Quarrel try , And win by turns the Kingdom of the Sky : But with a thicker Night black Aufter throuds [ Clouds , The Heav'ns , and ...
... Winds with roaring Sound Burft from th ' Æolian Caves , and rend the Ground , With equal Rage their airy Quarrel try , And win by turns the Kingdom of the Sky : But with a thicker Night black Aufter throuds [ Clouds , The Heav'ns , and ...
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Strona 320 - 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, Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide : If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all. This nymph, to the destruction of mankind, Nourished two locks, which graceful hung behind In equal curls, and well conspired to deck With...
Strona 332 - ... 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.
Strona 325 - Was it for this you took such constant care The bodkin, comb, and essence to prepare? For this your locks in paper durance bound? For this with torturing irons wreathed around?
Strona 330 - All side in parties, and begin th' attack ; Fans clap, silks rustle, and tough whalebones crack ; Heroes' and heroines' shouts confusedly rise, And bass and treble voices strike the skies. No common weapons in their hands are found, Like gods they fight, nor dread a mortal wound. So when bold Homer makes the gods engage...
Strona 323 - While visits shall be paid on solemn days, When num'rous wax-lights in bright order blaze, While nymphs take treats, or...
Strona 334 - The smiles of harlots, and the tears of heirs, Cages for gnats, and chains to yoke a flea, Dried butterflies, and tomes of casuistry. But trust the Muse — she saw it upward rise, Tho...
Strona 293 - For though the muses should prove kind, And fill our empty brain ; Yet if rough Neptune rouse the wind To wave the azure main, Our paper, pen, and ink, and we, Roll up and down our ships at sea.
Strona 326 - She said; then raging to Sir Plume repairs, And bids her beau demand the precious hairs: (Sir Plume of amber snuff-box justly vain, And the nice conduct of a clouded cane) With earnest eyes, and round unthinking face, He first the snuff-box open'd, then the case, And thus broke out— "My Lord, why, what the devil?
Strona 320 - Propitious Heav'n, and ev'ry pow'r ador'd, But chiefly Love — to Love an altar built, Of twelve vast French romances, neatly gilt.
Strona 320 - But chiefly Love — to Love an altar built, Of twelve vast French romances, neatly gilt. There lay three garters, half a pair of gloves, And all the trophies of his former loves ; With tender billet-doux he lights the pyre, And breathes three am'rous sighs to raise the fire. Then prostrate falls, and begs with ardent eyes Soon to obtain, and long possess the prize : The pow'rs gave ear, and granted half his pray'r, The rest the winds dispers'd in empty air.