The Works of Alexander Pope, Volume 2J.F. Dove, St. John's Square, 1822 |
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... pleas'd , but most in what was best ; And the last joy was dearer than the rest . 50 Then with each word , each glance , each motion , fir'd , You still enjoy'd , and yet you still desir'd , 60 Nunc tibi Sicelides veniunt , nova præda ...
... pleas'd , but most in what was best ; And the last joy was dearer than the rest . 50 Then with each word , each glance , each motion , fir'd , You still enjoy'd , and yet you still desir'd , 60 Nunc tibi Sicelides veniunt , nova præda ...
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... Pleas'd with Alcæus ' manly rage t ' infuse The softer spirit of the Sapphic Muse . The polish'd pillar diff'rent sculpture grace ; A work outlasting monumental brass . Here smiling Loves and Bacchanals appear , The Julian star , and ...
... Pleas'd with Alcæus ' manly rage t ' infuse The softer spirit of the Sapphic Muse . The polish'd pillar diff'rent sculpture grace ; A work outlasting monumental brass . Here smiling Loves and Bacchanals appear , The Julian star , and ...
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... Pleas'd with the strange success , vast numbers prest Around the shrine , and made the same request : 395 What you ( she cried ) , unlearn'd in arts to please , Slaves to yourselves , and ev'n fatigu'd with ease , Who lose a length of ...
... Pleas'd with the strange success , vast numbers prest Around the shrine , and made the same request : 395 What you ( she cried ) , unlearn'd in arts to please , Slaves to yourselves , and ev'n fatigu'd with ease , Who lose a length of ...
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... pleas'd . Who now but January exults with joy ? The charms of wedlock all his soul employ : 229 Each nymph by turns his wav'ring mind possest , And reign'd the short - liv'd tyrant of his breast : Whilst fancy pictur'd every lively part ...
... pleas'd . Who now but January exults with joy ? The charms of wedlock all his soul employ : 229 Each nymph by turns his wav'ring mind possest , And reign'd the short - liv'd tyrant of his breast : Whilst fancy pictur'd every lively part ...
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... on the place ; And lovely Venus , Goddess of delight , Shook high her flaming torch in open sight , And danc'd around , and smil'd on ev'ry knight ; 320 325 Pleas'd her best servant would his courage try , 331 JANUARY AND MAY . 121.
... on the place ; And lovely Venus , Goddess of delight , Shook high her flaming torch in open sight , And danc'd around , and smil'd on ev'ry knight ; 320 325 Pleas'd her best servant would his courage try , 331 JANUARY AND MAY . 121.
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Page 36 - The darksome pines, that o'er yon rocks reclin'd, Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wandering streams that shine between the hills, The grots that echo to the tinkling rills, The dying gales that pant upon the trees, The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze ; No more these scenes my meditation aid, Or lull to rest the visionary maid...
Page 89 - Then came the smallest tribe I yet had seen, Plain was their dress, and modest was their mien. Great idol of mankind ! we neither claim The praise of merit, nor aspire to fame ! But safe in deserts from th...
Page 42 - Ah come not, write not, think not once of me, Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee. Thy oaths I quit, thy memory resign; Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine. Fair eyes, and tempting looks (which yet I view!) Long lov'd, ador'd ideas!
Page 289 - The lust of lucre, and the dread of death. In vain to deserts thy retreat is made; The Muse attends thee to thy silent shade: 'Tis hers, the brave man's latest steps to trace, Rejudge his acts, and dignify disgrace. 30 When int'rest calls off all her sneaking train And all th...
Page 376 - Unblam'd through life, lamented in thy end. These are thy honours; not that here thy bust Is mix'd with heroes, or with kings thy dust; But that the Worthy and the Good shall say, Striking their pensive bosoms — Here lies GAY.
Page 32 - Some emanation of th' all-beauteous Mind. Those smiling eyes, attemp'ring every ray, Shone sweetly lambent with celestial day. Guiltless I gaz'd; heav'n listen'd while you sung; And truths divine came mended from that tongue. From lips like those what precept fail'd to move? Too soon they taught me 'twas no sin to love: Back through the paths of pleasing sense I ran, Nor wish'd an Angel whom I lov'da Man.
Page 35 - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow To the full-voiced quire below In service high and anthems clear As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
Page 294 - Michael Angelo's works have a strong, peculiar, and marked character: they seem to proceed from his own mind entirely, and that mind so rich and abundant, that he never needed, or seemed to disdain, to look abroad for foreign help. Raphael's materials are generally borrowed, though the noble structure is his own.
Page 375 - A poet, blest beyond the poet's fate, Whom Heaven kept sacred from the Proud and Great : Foe to loud praise, and friend to learned ease, Content with science in the vale of peace. Calmly he look'd on either life ; and here Saw nothing to regret, or there to fear ; From Nature's temperate feast rose satisfied, Thank'd Heaven that he had liv'd, and that he died.
Page 146 - Or else she dances with becoming grace, Or shape excuses the defects of face. There swims no goose so gray, but soon or late She finds some honest gander for her mate.