The Works of Alexander Pope, Том 3J. F. Dove, St. John's Square, 1822 |
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... rise ; Laugh where we must , be candid where we can ; 15 But vindicate the ways of God to Man . NOTES . 10 Ver . 12. Of all who blindly creep , & c . ] i . e . Those who only follow the blind guidance of their passions ; or those who ...
... rise ; Laugh where we must , be candid where we can ; 15 But vindicate the ways of God to Man . NOTES . 10 Ver . 12. Of all who blindly creep , & c . ] i . e . Those who only follow the blind guidance of their passions ; or those who ...
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... rise in due degree ; Then , in the scale of reas'ning life , ' tis plain , There must be , somewhere , such a rank as Man : And all the question ( wrangle e'er so long ) Is only this , if God has plac'd him wrong ? Respecting Man ...
... rise in due degree ; Then , in the scale of reas'ning life , ' tis plain , There must be , somewhere , such a rank as Man : And all the question ( wrangle e'er so long ) Is only this , if God has plac'd him wrong ? Respecting Man ...
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... rise ; My foot - stool earth , my canopy the skies . " But errs not Nature from this gracious end , From burning suns when livid deaths descend , 135 140 NOTES . and the heavenly bodies lighted up principally for his use ; yet , surely ...
... rise ; My foot - stool earth , my canopy the skies . " But errs not Nature from this gracious end , From burning suns when livid deaths descend , 135 140 NOTES . and the heavenly bodies lighted up principally for his use ; yet , surely ...
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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 ! VARIATIONS . After Ver . 18 in the MS . For more perfection than this ...
... 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 ! VARIATIONS . After Ver . 18 in the MS . For more perfection than this ...
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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 ; 40 But when his own great work is but begun , What Reason weaves , by Passion ...
... 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 ; 40 But when his own great work is but begun , What Reason weaves , by Passion ...
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Сторінка 19 - Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
Сторінка 165 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than heav'n pursue. What blessings Thy free bounty gives, Let me not cast away; For God is paid when man receives, To enjoy is to obey.
Сторінка 21 - Lo the poor Indian ! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind ; His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...
Сторінка 166 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe. If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, O teach my heart To find that better way.
Сторінка 12 - Say first, of God above, or man below, What can we reason, but from what we know ? Of man, what see we but his station here, From which to reason, or to which refer? 20 Thro' worlds unnumber'd tho' the God be known, 'Tis ours to trace him only in our own.
Сторінка 22 - In Pride, in reas'ning Pride, our error lies; All quit their sphere, and rush into the skies. Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes, Men would be Angels, Angels would be Gods. Aspiring to be Gods, if Angels fell, Aspiring to be Angels, Men rebel: And who but wishes to invert the laws Of Order, sins against th
Сторінка 164 - To know but this, that Thou art good, And that myself am blind ; Yet gave me, in this dark estate, To see the good from ill ; And binding nature fast in fate, Left free the human will.
Сторінка 35 - What modes of sight betwixt each wide extreme, The mole's dim curtain, and the lynx's beam : Of smell, the headlong lioness between, And hound sagacious on the tainted green : Of hearing, from the life that fills the flood, To that which warbles through the vernal wood ? The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine ! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line : In the nice bee, what sense so subtly true From pois'nous herbs extracts the healing dew?
Сторінка 202 - twould a saint provoke" (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke), " No, let a charming chintz, and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — And, Betty, give this cheek a little red.
Сторінка 211 - No Thought advances, but her Eddy Brain Whisks it about, and down it goes again. Full sixty years the World has been her Trade, The wisest Fool much Time has ever made. From loveless youth to unrespected age, No Passion gratify'd except her Rage.