The Poetical Works of Alexander PopeA.L. Burt, 1890 - 550 páginas |
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... virtue and friendship , and indeed friendship itself is only a part of virtue . ' " He died in the evening of the thirtieth day of May , 1744 , so placidly , that the attendants did not discern the exact time of his expiration . He was ...
... virtue and friendship , and indeed friendship itself is only a part of virtue . ' " He died in the evening of the thirtieth day of May , 1744 , so placidly , that the attendants did not discern the exact time of his expiration . He was ...
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... virtue , all our sex resign . Methinks already I your tears survey , Already hear the horrid things they say , Already see you a degraded toast , And all your honour in a whisper lost ! How shall I , then , your helpless fame defend ...
... virtue , all our sex resign . Methinks already I your tears survey , Already hear the horrid things they say , Already see you a degraded toast , And all your honour in a whisper lost ! How shall I , then , your helpless fame defend ...
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... virtue as in face ! ' Oh ! if to dance all night , and dress all day , Charmed the small - pox , or chased old age away ; Who would not scorn what housewifes ' cares pro- duce , Or who would learn one earthly thing of use ? To patch ...
... virtue as in face ! ' Oh ! if to dance all night , and dress all day , Charmed the small - pox , or chased old age away ; Who would not scorn what housewifes ' cares pro- duce , Or who would learn one earthly thing of use ? To patch ...
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... virtue to redeem her race . But thou , false guardian of a charge too good , Thou , mean deserter of thy brother's blood ! See on these ruby lips the trembling breath , These cheeks now fading at the blast of death : Cold is that breast ...
... virtue to redeem her race . But thou , false guardian of a charge too good , Thou , mean deserter of thy brother's blood ! See on these ruby lips the trembling breath , These cheeks now fading at the blast of death : Cold is that breast ...
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... virtue bold , Live o'er each scene , and be what they behold : For this the tragic muse first trod the stage , Commanding tears to stream through ev'ry age ; Tyrants no more their savage nature kept , 1 And foes to virtue wondered how ...
... virtue bold , Live o'er each scene , and be what they behold : For this the tragic muse first trod the stage , Commanding tears to stream through ev'ry age ; Tyrants no more their savage nature kept , 1 And foes to virtue wondered how ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Adrastus Ambrose Philips ancient Argos Bavius beauty behold bless blest born breast Cæsar called charms Cibber court cried critics crowned death died divine Duke Dulness Dunciad e'er eclogues EPISTLE Essay Essay on Criticism Eteocles ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate father fire flames flow'rs fool genius gentle goddess gods grace happy head heart heav'n hero Homer honour Iliad king knave lady learned live Lord Lord Bolingbroke Lord Hervey mortal muse nature ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er once Ovid passion Phoebus pleased poem poet Pope Pope's pow'r praise pride Queen Queen Caroline rage reign rise sacred Sappho satire sense shade shine sighs sing skies soft soul sylphs tears Thebes thee thine things thou thought translation trembling Twas verse Virgil virtue Warburton Warton wife wings write youth
Pasajes populares
Página 359 - Hark! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Página 189 - 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.
Página 221 - Father of all! in every age, In every clime adored, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord! Thou Great First Cause, least understood, Who all my sense confined To know but this, that Thou art good, And that myself am blind...
Página 358 - Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
Página 273 - Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies. His wit all see-saw, between that and this, Now high, now low, now master up, now miss, And he himself one vile Antithesis.
Página 74 - The berries crackle, and the mill turns round; On shining altars of Japan they raise The silver lamp; the fiery spirits blaze: From silver spouts the grateful liquors glide, While China's earth receives the smoking tide: At once they gratify their scent and taste, And frequent cups prolong the rich repast.
Página 187 - AWAKE, my St John ! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of Man ; A mighty maze ! but not without a plan ; A wild, where weeds and flowers promiscuous shoot ; Or garden, tempting with forbidden fruit.
Página 184 - 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
Página 85 - And hence th' egregious wizard shall foredoom The fate of Louis, and the fall of Rome. Then cease, bright nymph ! to mourn thy ravished 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,...
Página 193 - All matter quick, and bursting into birth. Above, how high, progressive life may go! Around, how wide! how deep extend below! Vast chain of Being! which from God began, Natures ethereal, human, angel, man, Beast, bird, fish, insect, what no eye can see, No glass can reach; from Infinite to thee, From thee to Nothing.