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... Muse's steed , Restrain his fury than provoke his speed : The winged courser , like a generous horse , Shows most true mettle when you check his course . Those rules of old , discover'd , not devised , Are nature still , but nature ...
... Muse's steed , Restrain his fury than provoke his speed : The winged courser , like a generous horse , Shows most true mettle when you check his course . Those rules of old , discover'd , not devised , Are nature still , but nature ...
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... Muses upward to their spring . Still with itself compared , his text peruse ; And let your comment be the Mantuan Muse . When first young Maro in his boundless mind A work t ' outlast immortal Rome design'd , 130 Perhaps he seem'd above ...
... Muses upward to their spring . Still with itself compared , his text peruse ; And let your comment be the Mantuan Muse . When first young Maro in his boundless mind A work t ' outlast immortal Rome design'd , 130 Perhaps he seem'd above ...
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... Muse imparts , In fearless youth we tempt the heights of arts , While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take , nor see the lengths behind ; But more advanced , behold with strange surprise New distant scenes of endless ...
... Muse imparts , In fearless youth we tempt the heights of arts , While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take , nor see the lengths behind ; But more advanced , behold with strange surprise New distant scenes of endless ...
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... Muse though thousand charms conspire , Her voice is all these tuneful fools admire ; Who haunt Parnassus but to please their ear , Not mend their minds ; as some to church repair , Not for the doctrine , but the music there . These ...
... Muse though thousand charms conspire , Her voice is all these tuneful fools admire ; Who haunt Parnassus but to please their ear , Not mend their minds ; as some to church repair , Not for the doctrine , but the music there . These ...
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... Muse by these is like a mistress used , This hour she's idoliz'd , the next abused ; While their weak heads , like towns unfortified , ' Twixt sense and nonsense daily change their side . Ask them the cause ; they're wiser still they ...
... Muse by these is like a mistress used , This hour she's idoliz'd , the next abused ; While their weak heads , like towns unfortified , ' Twixt sense and nonsense daily change their side . Ask them the cause ; they're wiser still they ...
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Selected Poems: The Essay on Criticism, the Moral Essays, the Dunciad Alexander Pope Повний перегляд - 1888 |
Selected Poems: The Essay on Criticism, the Moral Essays, the Dunciad Alexander Pope Повний перегляд - 1888 |
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Сторінка 115 - In vain, they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die. Religion, blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. Nor public flame, nor private dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine Lo, thy dread empire, Chaos ! is restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word : Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall, And universal darkness buries all.
Сторінка 4 - whispers through the trees." If crystal streams "with pleasing murmurs creep," The reader's threatened (not in vain) with " sleep." Then at the last and only couplet fraught With some unmeaning thing they call a thought, A needless Alexandrine ends the song, That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.
Сторінка 1 - A perfect judge will read each work of wit With the same spirit that its author writ : Survey the whole, nor seek slight faults to find Where Nature moves, and rapture warms the mind ; Nor lose, for that malignant dull delight, The gen'rous pleasure to be charm'd with wit.
Сторінка 149 - Excise. A hateful tax levied upon commodities, and adjudged not by the common judges of property, but wretches hired by those to whom excise is paid.
Сторінка 4 - In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold, Alike fantastic, if too new, or old : Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
Сторінка 28 - Whether the charmer sinner it, or saint it, If folly grow romantic, I must paint it. Come, then, the colours and the ground prepare! Dip in the rainbow, trick her off in air; Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute.
Сторінка 115 - Night primaeval and of Chaos old ! Before her, Fancy's gilded clouds decay, And all its varying rainbows die away. Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires, The meteor drops, and in a flash expires. As one by one, at dread Medea's strain, The sick'ning stars fade off th' ethereal plain ; As Argus
Сторінка 127 - Is not a Patron, my Lord, one who looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water, and when he has reached ground, encumbers him with help...
Сторінка xl - OF all the causes which conspire to blind Man's erring judgment, and misguide the mind, What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
Сторінка 45 - Or in proud falls magnificently lost, But clear and artless, pouring through the plain Health to the sick, and solace to the swain. Whose causeway parts the vale with shady rows? Whose seats the weary traveller repose ? Who taught that Heav'n-directed spire to rise? " The Man of Ross,