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The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Life of Alexander Pope. Poems
Affichage du livre entier - 1797
ancient appear arms Author beauty beſt bright cauſe character COMMENTARY common Critic Criticiſm earth ev'ry eyes fair fall falſe fame fate fields fire firſt flow genius give glory Gods grace groves hair hand head hear heart heav'n himſelf Homer IMITATIONS Italy judge Judgment juſt laſt lays learning light lines living Lock manner mind moral moſt Muſe muſt Nature never NOTES numbers nymph o'er obſerves once Originally plain pleaſe poem Poet Poetry praiſe pride reaſon REMARKS riſe rules ſame ſay ſee ſeem ſenſe ſeveral ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhews ſhine ſhould ſing ſkies ſome ſpring ſtill ſtreams ſubject ſuch Sylphs thee theſe things thoſe thou thought thro trees true truth turn uſe VARIATIONS verſe Virg Virgil whole whoſe winds write
Page 134 - HAPPY the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground ; Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in Summer yield him shade, In Winter fire.
Page 244 - Soon as she spreads her hand, th' aerial guard Descend, and sit on each important card : First Ariel perch'd upon a Matadore, Then each according to the rank they bore ; For Sylphs, yet mindful of their ancient race, 35 Are, as when women, wond'rous fond of place.
Page 136 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?
Page 268 - Some thought it mounted to the lunar sphere, Since all things lost on earth are treasur'd there. There heroes' wits are kept in pond'rous vases, And beaux in snuff-boxes and tweezer-cases. There broken vows and death-bed alms are found, And lovers...
Page 266 - Nor fear'd the chief th' unequal fight to try, Who sought no more than on his foe to die. But this bold lord with manly strength...
Page 236 - 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 ; 40 With tender billet-doux he lights the pyre, And breathes three amorous sighs to raise the fire.
Page 186 - 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.
Page 274 - How lov'd , 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!
Page 88 - See heaven its sparkling portals wide display, And break upon thee in a flood of day ! No more the rising Sun shall gild the morn, Nor...
Page 174 - The manners, passions, unities ; what not ? All which, exact to rule, were brought about, Were but a Combat in the lists left out. "What!" leave the Combat out?" exclaims the Knight; Yes, or we must renounce the Stagirite. 280 "Not so by Heav'n" (he answers in a rage), "Knights, squires, and steeds, must enter on the stage." So vast a throng the stage can ne'er contain. "Then build a new, or act it in a plain.