Miscellaneous Poems and Translations, Tom 1Alexander Pope Bernard Lintot, 1722 - 288 |
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... Still bears the name the hapless virgin bore , And bathes the foreft where she rang'd before . In her chaft current oft ' the Goddess laves , And with celeftial tears augments the waves . Oft ' in her glafs the mufing fhepherd spies The ...
... Still bears the name the hapless virgin bore , And bathes the foreft where she rang'd before . In her chaft current oft ' the Goddess laves , And with celeftial tears augments the waves . Oft ' in her glafs the mufing fhepherd spies The ...
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... Still in thy fong should vanquish'd France appear , And bleed for ever under Britain's fpear . 1 Henry Howard E. of Surrey , one of the first refiners of the English Poetry ; who flourished in the time of Henry VIII . Edward III . born ...
... Still in thy fong should vanquish'd France appear , And bleed for ever under Britain's fpear . 1 Henry Howard E. of Surrey , one of the first refiners of the English Poetry ; who flourished in the time of Henry VIII . Edward III . born ...
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... still to make them more . Each might his fev'ral province well command , Would all but ftoop to what they understand . First follow nature , and your judgment frame By her juft ftandard , which is ftill the fame : Unerring nature ...
... still to make them more . Each might his fev'ral province well command , Would all but ftoop to what they understand . First follow nature , and your judgment frame By her juft ftandard , which is ftill the fame : Unerring nature ...
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... Still with itself compar'd , his text peruse ; And let your comment be the Mantuan mufe . * When first young Marofung of Kings and wars E're warning Phoebus touch'd his trembling ears , Perhaps he feem'd above the critic's law , And but ...
... Still with itself compar'd , his text peruse ; And let your comment be the Mantuan mufe . * When first young Marofung of Kings and wars E're warning Phoebus touch'd his trembling ears , Perhaps he feem'd above the critic's law , And but ...
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... Still green with bays each ancient altar ftands , Above the reach of facrilegious hands ; Secure from flames , from envy's fiercer rage , Destructive war , and all - devouring age . See , See , from each clime the learn'd their incenfe ...
... Still green with bays each ancient altar ftands , Above the reach of facrilegious hands ; Secure from flames , from envy's fiercer rage , Destructive war , and all - devouring age . See , See , from each clime the learn'd their incenfe ...
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arms beauty Belinda bleft bofom breaft bright charms cloſe conqueft e'er Eurydice ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafe faid fair fame fate fcorn feem feen felf fenfe fhade fhall fhining fhould fide fighs fight filk filver fing firft firſt fkies flain flame fleep flow'rs fmiles foft fome fons fools foon forefts foul fpring ftands ftate ftill ftreams fubjects fuch fung fure fwelling gen'rous glow Gnome grace hair hand head heart heav'n heav'nly himſelf honour juft laft laſt learn'd lefs loft lov'd lyre maid moft moſt mufe muft muſt ne'er numbers nymph o'er paffions Pallas pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praife praiſe pray'rs pride rage reft rife rofe Rome Semichorus ſhall ſhe ſhine ſkies ſpeak ſpread ſtill Sylphs tears thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thro trembling Twas Umbriel vafe Vertumnus whofe wife worfe
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Strona 62 - The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head, With his own tongue still edifies his ears, And always list'ning to himself appears.
Strona 83 - 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 amorous sighs to raise the fire.
Strona 162 - Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies...
Strona 81 - Now awful beauty puts on all its arms ; The fair each moment rises in her charms, Repairs her smiles, awakens every grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face : Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes.
Strona 42 - Great wits sometimes may gloriously offend, And rise to faults true critics dare not mend; From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part, And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art, Which, without passing thro' the judgment, gains The heart, and all its end at once attains.
Strona 167 - Ev'n here, where frozen chastity retires, Love finds an altar for forbidden fires. I ought to grieve, but cannot what I ought; I mourn the lover, not lament the fault; I view my crime, but kindle at the view...
Strona 166 - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence., and a dread repose: Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Strona 52 - Jove Now burns with glory, and then melts with love ; Now his fierce eyes with sparkling fury glow, Now sighs steal out, and tears begin to flow : Persians and Greeks like turns of nature found...
Strona 92 - What boots the regal circle on his head, His giant limbs, in state unwieldy spread; That long behind he trails his pompous robe, And, of all monarchs, only grasps the globe? The baron now his diamonds pours apace; Th...
Strona 128 - For others good, or melt at others woe. What can atone (oh ever-injur'd shade !) Thy fate unpity'd, and thy rites unpaid ? No friend's complaint, no kind domestic tear Pleas'd thy pale ghost, or grac'd thy mournful bier : By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd, By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd, By strangers honour'd, and by strangers mourn'd! What tho' no friends in sable weeds appear.