The Works of Alexander Pope, Том 3J. F. Dove, St. John's Square, 1822 |
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... thought it more satisfactory to begin with considering Man in the abstract , his Nature and his State ; since , to prove any moral duty , to enforce any moral precept , or to examine the perfection or imperfection of any creature ...
... thought it more satisfactory to begin with considering Man in the abstract , his Nature and his State ; since , to prove any moral duty , to enforce any moral precept , or to examine the perfection or imperfection of any creature ...
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... thought , reflection , reason that Reason alone countervails all the other faculties , Ver . 207. VIII . How much farther this order and subordination of living creatures may extend , above and below us ; were any part of which broken ...
... thought , reflection , reason that Reason alone countervails all the other faculties , Ver . 207. VIII . How much farther this order and subordination of living creatures may extend , above and below us ; were any part of which broken ...
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... observation on human life , is condensed together in a small compass . He was so accustomed to confine his thoughts in rhyme , that he tells us he could express them more shortly this way than in prose itself . On its first publication 6.
... observation on human life , is condensed together in a small compass . He was so accustomed to confine his thoughts in rhyme , that he tells us he could express them more shortly this way than in prose itself . On its first publication 6.
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... Thoughts , is inces- santly inculcating the absolute necessity of believing that man is in a fallen and degraded state ... thought and pas- sion all confus'd , and yet be as perfect a being as he ought to be ? " The doctrine obviously ...
... Thoughts , is inces- santly inculcating the absolute necessity of believing that man is in a fallen and degraded state ... thought and pas- sion all confus'd , and yet be as perfect a being as he ought to be ? " The doctrine obviously ...
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... thought : " O had he press'd his theme , pursu'd the track Which opens out of darkness into day ! O had he mounted on his wing of fire , Soar'd when I sink , and sung immortal man ! " And when Harte frequently made the same request , he 9.
... thought : " O had he press'd his theme , pursu'd the track Which opens out of darkness into day ! O had he mounted on his wing of fire , Soar'd when I sink , and sung immortal man ! " And when Harte frequently made the same request , he 9.
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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.