The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: To which is Prefixed a Life of the Author, 1±ÇPublished for the booksellers, 1828 |
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... rising bard , who frequently levied , by that means , unusual contributions on the public . No sooner was his body ... rise ; Damn with faint praise , assent with civil leer , And , without sneering , others teach to sneer ; Willing to ...
... rising bard , who frequently levied , by that means , unusual contributions on the public . No sooner was his body ... rise ; Damn with faint praise , assent with civil leer , And , without sneering , others teach to sneer ; Willing to ...
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... rise ; " My footstool earth , my canopy the skies . ' But errs not Nature from this gracious end , From burning suns when lived deaths descend , When earthquakes swallow , or when tempests " " sweep , Towns to one grave , whole nations ...
... rise ; " My footstool earth , my canopy the skies . ' But errs not Nature from this gracious end , From burning suns when lived deaths descend , When earthquakes swallow , or when tempests " " sweep , Towns to one grave , whole nations ...
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... rise , and half to fall ; Great lord of all things , yet a prey to all ; Sole judge of truth , in endless error hurl'd ; The glory , jest , and riddle of the world to himself as an individual Of the nature and state of man with respect.
... rise , and half to fall ; Great lord of all things , yet a prey to all ; Sole judge of truth , in endless error hurl'd ; The glory , jest , and riddle of the world to himself as an individual Of the nature and state of man with respect.
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... rise , and there descend , Explain his own beginning or his end ? Alas ! what wonder ! man's superior part Uncheck'd may rise , and climb from art to art ; But when his own great work is but begun , What reason weaves by passion is ...
... rise , and there descend , Explain his own beginning or his end ? Alas ! what wonder ! man's superior part Uncheck'd may rise , and climb from art to art ; But when his own great work is but begun , What reason weaves by passion is ...
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... let stoics boast Their virtue fix'd ; ' tis fix'd as in a frost ; Cantracted all , retiring to the breast , But strength of mind is exercise , not rest a ÞÂ The rising tempest , puts in act the soul , Epist , II . 47 ESSAY ON MAN .
... let stoics boast Their virtue fix'd ; ' tis fix'd as in a frost ; Cantracted all , retiring to the breast , But strength of mind is exercise , not rest a ÞÂ The rising tempest , puts in act the soul , Epist , II . 47 ESSAY ON MAN .
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40 ÆäÀÌÁö - Hope humbly then ; with trembling pinions soar ; Wait the great teacher Death ; and God adore. What future bliss, he gives not thee to know, But gives that Hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never Is, but always To be blest: The soul, uneasy and confin'd from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
94 ÆäÀÌÁö - And hence th' egregious wizard shall foredoom The fate of Louis and the fall of Rome. Then cease, bright nymph ! to mourn thy ravish'd hair, Which adds new glory to the shining sphere ! Not all the tresses that fair head can boast, Shall draw such envy as the Lock you lost. For, after all. the murders of your eye, When, after millions slain, yourself shall die ; When those fair suns shall set, as set they must, And all those tresses shall be laid in dust ; This Lock the Muse shall consecrate to fame,...
85 ÆäÀÌÁö - The little engine on his fingers' ends; This just behind Belinda's neck he spread, As o'er the fragrant steams she bends her head. Swift to the lock a thousand sprites repair, A thousand wings, by turns, blow back the hair; And thrice they twitch'd the diamond in her ear; Thrice she look'd back, and thrice the foe drew near.
74 ÆäÀÌÁö - And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast : There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow, There the first roses of the year shall blow ; While angels with their silver wings o'ershade The ground, now sacred by thy relics made.
57 ÆäÀÌÁö - Go, from the creatures thy instructions take: Learn from the birds what food the thickets yield; Learn from the beasts the physic of the field; Thy arts of building from the bee receive; Learn of the mole to plough, the worm to weave; Learn of the little nautilus to sail, Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale.
195 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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. Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years, slide soft away In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day. Sound sleep by night ; study and ease Together mix'd, sweet recreation, And innocence, which most does please With meditation.
154 ÆäÀÌÁö - Who builds a church to God, and not to fame, Will never mark the marble with his name : Go, search it there, where to be born and die, Of rich and poor makes all the history ; Enough that virtue fill'd the space between, Prov'd by the ends of being to have been.
79 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
45 ÆäÀÌÁö - Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of Mankind is Man. Plac'd on this isthmus of a middle state, A Being darkly wise, and rudely great: With too much knowledge for the Sceptic side, With too much weakness for the Stoic's pride, He hangs between; in doubt to act, or rest, In doubt to deem himself a God, or Beast; In doubt his Mind or Body to prefer...
70 ÆäÀÌÁö - Oh! while along the stream of Time thy name Expanded flies, and gathers all its fame, Say, shall my little bark attendant sail, Pursue the triumph, and partake the gale?