The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: With His Last Corrections, Additions, and Improvements. From the Text of Dr. Warburton. With the Life of the Author ...W. Durrell, 1812 |
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... sense and good humour enough to laugh not only at their sex's little unguarded follies , but at their own . But as it was communicated with the air of a secret , it soon found its way into the world . An imperfect copy having been ...
... sense and good humour enough to laugh not only at their sex's little unguarded follies , but at their own . But as it was communicated with the air of a secret , it soon found its way into the world . An imperfect copy having been ...
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... sense preserve what beauty gains ; That men may say , when we the front - box grace , Behold the first in virtue as in face ! Oh ! if to dance all night and dress all day , Charm'd the small - pox , or chas'd old age away , 20 Who would ...
... sense preserve what beauty gains ; That men may say , when we the front - box grace , Behold the first in virtue as in face ! Oh ! if to dance all night and dress all day , Charm'd the small - pox , or chas'd old age away , 20 Who would ...
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... sense , more riches , and some grace ; Yet , led astray by Venus ' soft delights , 5 He scarce could rule some idle appetites : For long ago , let priests say what they cou'd , Weak sinful laymen were but flesh and blood . But in due ...
... sense , more riches , and some grace ; Yet , led astray by Venus ' soft delights , 5 He scarce could rule some idle appetites : For long ago , let priests say what they cou'd , Weak sinful laymen were but flesh and blood . But in due ...
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... sense amiss ; 105 111 ' Tis what concerns my soul's eternal bliss ; Since if I found no pleasure in my spouse , As flesh is frail , and who ( God help me ) knows ? Then should I live in lewd adultery , 115 And sink downright to Satan ...
... sense amiss ; 105 111 ' Tis what concerns my soul's eternal bliss ; Since if I found no pleasure in my spouse , As flesh is frail , and who ( God help me ) knows ? Then should I live in lewd adultery , 115 And sink downright to Satan ...
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... the vigour of your mounting blood , And let gray fools be indolently good , Who , past all pleasure , damn the joys of sense , With rev'rend dulness and grave impotence . 175 Justin , who silent sate , and heard the man JANUARY AND MAY .
... the vigour of your mounting blood , And let gray fools be indolently good , Who , past all pleasure , damn the joys of sense , With rev'rend dulness and grave impotence . 175 Justin , who silent sate , and heard the man JANUARY AND MAY .
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Strona 113 - The sound must seem an echo to the sense : 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.
Strona 108 - While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind ; But more...
Strona 107 - A little learning is a dangerous thing ; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring : There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, And drinking largely sobers us again.
Strona 16 - Or roll the planets through the boundless sky. Some less refin'd, beneath the moon's pale light Pursue the stars that shoot athwart the night, Or suck the mists in grosser air below, Or dip their pinions in the painted bow, Or brew fierce tempests on the wintry main, Or o'er the glebe distil the kindly rain.
Strona 113 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense: 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.
Strona 208 - Yes, I am proud ; I must be proud to see Men, not afraid of God, afraid of me ; Safe from the bar, the pulpit, and the throne, Yet touch'd and sham'd by ridicule alone.
Strona 35 - Now Jove suspends his golden scales 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 13 - 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.
Strona 19 - Who gave the ball, or paid the visit last; One speaks the glory of the British queen, And one describes a charming Indian screen; A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes; At every word a reputation dies.
Strona 110 - Some to conceit alone their taste confine, And glittering thoughts struck out at every line ; Pleased with a work where nothing's just or fit, One glaring chaos and wild heap of wit. Poets, like painters, thus unskill'd to trace The naked nature and the living grace, With gold and jewels cover every part, And hide with ornaments their want of art.