The Poetical Works of A. Pope: Including His Translation of Homer , to which is Prefixed the Life of the AuthorJ.J. Woodward, 1836 - 442 стор. |
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... night : directs Fly bence , delusive dream , and , light as air , To Agamemnon's royal tent repair ; Bid him in arms draw forth th ' embattled train , March all his legions to the dusty plain . Now tell the King ' tis given him to ...
... night : directs Fly bence , delusive dream , and , light as air , To Agamemnon's royal tent repair ; Bid him in arms draw forth th ' embattled train , March all his legions to the dusty plain . Now tell the King ' tis given him to ...
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... night , O'er Heaven's clear azure sheds her silver light ; pure spreads sacred As still in air the trembling lustre stood , And o'er its golden border shoots a flood , When no loose gale disturbs the deep serene , not a breath And no ...
... night , O'er Heaven's clear azure sheds her silver light ; pure spreads sacred As still in air the trembling lustre stood , And o'er its golden border shoots a flood , When no loose gale disturbs the deep serene , not a breath And no ...
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... night : God said , Let Newton be ! And all was light . Of this epitaph , short as it is , the faults seem not to be very few . Why part should be Latin , and part English , is not easy to discover . In the Latin the opposition of ...
... night : God said , Let Newton be ! And all was light . Of this epitaph , short as it is , the faults seem not to be very few . Why part should be Latin , and part English , is not easy to discover . In the Latin the opposition of ...
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... night , | The skies yet blushing with departed light , G When falling dews with spangles deck the glade , And the low sun had lengthen'd every shade . WINTER . THE FOURTH PASTORAL ; OR , DAPHNE To the Memory of Mrs. Tempest . LYCIDAS ...
... night , | The skies yet blushing with departed light , G When falling dews with spangles deck the glade , And the low sun had lengthen'd every shade . WINTER . THE FOURTH PASTORAL ; OR , DAPHNE To the Memory of Mrs. Tempest . LYCIDAS ...
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... nights of pleasure , Sacred Hymen ! these are thine . ODE ON SOLITUDE . with some taste , but spoiled by false ... night : study and ease , Together mix'd ; sweet recreation , And innocence , which most does please With meditation ...
... nights of pleasure , Sacred Hymen ! these are thine . ODE ON SOLITUDE . with some taste , but spoiled by false ... night : study and ease , Together mix'd ; sweet recreation , And innocence , which most does please With meditation ...
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Achilles Ajax Alcinous Antilochus arms Asius Atrides behold beneath bless'd blood bold brave breast breath chariot charms chief coursers cries crown'd dart dead death descends Diomed divine dreadful Dunciad E'en eyes fair falchion fall fame fate fear feast field fierce fight fire fix'd flames flies fury glory goddess gods grace Grecian Greece Greeks hand haste hear heart heaven Hector hero honours Idomeneus Iliad Ilion immortal javelin Jove king labours live lord Lycian maid Menelaus mighty mind monarch mortal night numbers nymph o'er Pallas Patroclus Peleus plain poem poet Pope praise press'd Priam pride prince proud Pylian queen race rage rise round sacred shade shining shore sire skies slain soul spear spoke steeds stood Swift tears Telemachus thee thine thou throne thunder toils trembling Trojan Troy Tydeus Ulysses verse walls warrior woes wound wretched youth
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Сторінка 57 - ... 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 mixt; sweet recreation: And innocence, which most does please With meditation.
Сторінка 69 - 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,...
Сторінка 52 - See from the brake the whirring pheasant springs, And mounts exulting on triumphant wings : Short is his joy; he feels the fiery -wound, Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground. Ah ! what avail his glossy, varying dyes, His purple crest, and scarlet-circled eyes, The vivid green his shining plumes unfold, His painted wings, and breast that flames with gold?
Сторінка 58 - Some beauties -yet no precepts can declare, For there's a happiness as well as care. Music resembles poetry ; in each Are nameless graces which no methods teach, And which a master-hand alone can reach. If, where the rules not far enough extend, (Since rules were made but to promote their end,) Some lucky license answer to the full Th" intent proposed, that license is a rule.
Сторінка 59 - She gives in large recruits of needful pride ; For as in bodies, thus in souls, we find What wants in blood and spirits, swell'd with wind : Pride, where wit fails, steps in to our defence, And fills up all the mighty void of sense.
Сторінка 68 - Clipp'd from the lovely head where late it grew) That, while my nostrils draw the vital air, This hand, which won it, shall for ever wear.
Сторінка 69 - Just where the breath of life his nostrils drew, A charge of snuff the wily virgin threw. The gnomes direct, to every atom just, The pungent grains of titillating dust. Sudden, with starting tears each eye o'erflows, And the high dome re-echoes to his nose. " Now meet thy fate," incensed Belinda cried, And drew a deadly bodkin from her side.
Сторінка xxx - Of genius, that power which constitutes a poet ; that quality without which judgment is cold, and knowledge is inert ; that energy which collects, combines, amplifies, and animates ; the superiority must, with some hesitation, be allowed to Dryden. It is not to be inferred, that of this poetical vigour Pope had only a little, because Dryden had more : for every other writer since Milton must give place to Pope ; and even of Dryden it must be said, that, if he has brighter paragraphs, he has not better...
Сторінка 51 - See heaven its sparkling portals wide display, And break upon thee in a flood of day ! No more the rising Sun shall gild the morn, Nor...
Сторінка 102 - 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.