Essai sur l'homme: poëme philosophique par Alexandre Pope, en cinq langues, savoir: anglois, latin, italien, françois & allemandKönig, 1772 - 351 стор. |
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... reason , but from what we know ? Of Man , what fee we but his Station here , From which to reafon , or to which refer ? Thro ' worlds unnumber'd tho ' the God be known , ' Tis ours to trace him only in our own . He , who thro ' vaft ...
... reason , but from what we know ? Of Man , what fee we but his Station here , From which to reafon , or to which refer ? Thro ' worlds unnumber'd tho ' the God be known , ' Tis ours to trace him only in our own . He , who thro ' vaft ...
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... reason guess , Why form'd no weaker , blinder , and no lefs ? Ask of thy mother earth , why oaks are made Taller or stronger than the weeds they shade ? Or ask of yonder argent fields above , Why Jove's Satellites are lefs than JOVE ...
... reason guess , Why form'd no weaker , blinder , and no lefs ? Ask of thy mother earth , why oaks are made Taller or stronger than the weeds they shade ? Or ask of yonder argent fields above , Why Jove's Satellites are lefs than JOVE ...
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... Reason , † 203. to 216 . V. How odious Vice in itself , and how we de- ceive our felves into it , . 217 . VI . That , however , the Ends of Providence and general Good are answered in our Paffions and Imperfections , . 238. & c . How ...
... Reason , † 203. to 216 . V. How odious Vice in itself , and how we de- ceive our felves into it , . 217 . VI . That , however , the Ends of Providence and general Good are answered in our Paffions and Imperfections , . 238. & c . How ...
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... reason fuch , Whether he thinks too little , or too much . Chaos of Thought and Paffion , all confus'd ; Still by himself abus'd , or difabus'd ; Created half to rife , and half to fall ; Great lord of all things , yet a prey to all ...
... reason fuch , Whether he thinks too little , or too much . Chaos of Thought and Paffion , all confus'd ; Still by himself abus'd , or difabus'd ; Created half to rife , and half to fall ; Great lord of all things , yet a prey to all ...
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... Reason , and Self - love restrains . 80 Let fubtle schoolmen teach thefe friends to fight , More ftudious to divide than to unite ; And Grace and Virtue , Senfe and Reafon fplit , With all the rash dexterity of wit . Wits , juft like ...
... Reason , and Self - love restrains . 80 Let fubtle schoolmen teach thefe friends to fight , More ftudious to divide than to unite ; And Grace and Virtue , Senfe and Reafon fplit , With all the rash dexterity of wit . Wits , juft like ...
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Сторінка 7 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent : Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns : To him no high, no low, no great, no small ; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
Сторінка 1 - 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 9 - KNOW then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man. Placed 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...
Сторінка 6 - To serve mere engines to the ruling mind? Just as absurd for any part to claim To be another, in this...
Сторінка 1 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below ? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play ? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Сторінка 9 - 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; Born but to die, and...
Сторінка 5 - The scale of sensual, mental powers ascends : Mark how it mounts to man's imperial race, From the green myriads in the peopled grass...
Сторінка 35 - tis the price of toil; The knave deserves it, when he tills the soil, The knave deserves it, when he tempts the main, Where folly fights for kings, or dives for gain. The good man may be weak, be indolent; Nor is his claim to plenty, but content.
Сторінка 37 - But by your father's worth if yours you rate, Count me those only who were good and great. Go! if your ancient but ignoble blood Has crept through scoundrels ever since the flood, Go! and pretend your family is young; Nor own your fathers have been fools so long. What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards? Alas! not all the blood of all the Howards.
Сторінка 20 - Joy tunes his voice, joy elevates his wings. Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat ? Loves of his own and raptures swell the note.