Miscellaneous Poems and TranslationsAlexander Pope Bernard Lintott, 1712 - 376 |
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... rifing Empire on a foreign Ground , First rais'd our Walls on that ill - omen'd Plain Where Earth - born Brothers were by Brothers flain ? What lofty Looks th ' unrival'd Monarch bears ! How all the Tyrant in his Face appears ! What ...
... rifing Empire on a foreign Ground , First rais'd our Walls on that ill - omen'd Plain Where Earth - born Brothers were by Brothers flain ? What lofty Looks th ' unrival'd Monarch bears ! How all the Tyrant in his Face appears ! What ...
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... rifing and declining Day , [ and Sea . And all th ' extended Space of Earth , and Air , Full in the midft , and on a Starry Throne , The Majesty of Heav'n fuperior shone ; Serene he look'd , and gave an awful Nod , And all the trembling ...
... rifing and declining Day , [ and Sea . And all th ' extended Space of Earth , and Air , Full in the midft , and on a Starry Throne , The Majesty of Heav'n fuperior shone ; Serene he look'd , and gave an awful Nod , And all the trembling ...
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... rifing gild the radiant East again . Have we not seen ( the Blood of Laius fhed ) The murd'ring Son afcend his Parent's Bed , Thro ' violated Nature force his way , And ftain the facred Womb where once he lay ? Yet now in Darkness and ...
... rifing gild the radiant East again . Have we not seen ( the Blood of Laius fhed ) The murd'ring Son afcend his Parent's Bed , Thro ' violated Nature force his way , And ftain the facred Womb where once he lay ? Yet now in Darkness and ...
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... rifing Ground . Then fees Cytharon towring o'er the Plain , And thence declining gently to the Main . Next to the Bounds of Nifus ' Realm repairs , Where treach'rous Scylla cut the Purple Hairs :: The hanging Cliffs of Scyron's Rocks ...
... rifing Ground . Then fees Cytharon towring o'er the Plain , And thence declining gently to the Main . Next to the Bounds of Nifus ' Realm repairs , Where treach'rous Scylla cut the Purple Hairs :: The hanging Cliffs of Scyron's Rocks ...
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... rifing Day . Oh thou who freeft me from my doubtful State , Long loft and wilder'd in the Maze of Fate ! Be present still , oh Goddess ! in our Aid ; Proceed , and firm those Omens thou haft made ! We to thy Name our Annual Rites will ...
... rifing Day . Oh thou who freeft me from my doubtful State , Long loft and wilder'd in the Maze of Fate ! Be present still , oh Goddess ! in our Aid ; Proceed , and firm those Omens thou haft made ! We to thy Name our Annual Rites will ...
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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.