The Poetical Works of Alexander PopeA.L. Burt, 1890 - 550 páginas |
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... once into rhyme and wrote the " Ode on Solitude ; " see page 358. His father and mother must have been delighted with it . The father , proud of the child's precocious talents , encouraged him to write verses , criticis- ing them , and ...
... once into rhyme and wrote the " Ode on Solitude ; " see page 358. His father and mother must have been delighted with it . The father , proud of the child's precocious talents , encouraged him to write verses , criticis- ing them , and ...
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... once decided that it evinced the dawn of genius . In the present day the Pastorals will scarcely be thought to presag such a future as that of the witty satirist and shrewd thinker : but if we consider how inferior the poets of that age ...
... once decided that it evinced the dawn of genius . In the present day the Pastorals will scarcely be thought to presag such a future as that of the witty satirist and shrewd thinker : but if we consider how inferior the poets of that age ...
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... once exposes to his readers a view of the great and little worlds , in their various changes and aspects . Yet the scrupulous division of his pastorals into months , has obliged him either to repeat the same descrip- tion in other words ...
... once exposes to his readers a view of the great and little worlds , in their various changes and aspects . Yet the scrupulous division of his pastorals into months , has obliged him either to repeat the same descrip- tion in other words ...
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... once she taught the shore , Now Daphne's dead , and pleasure is no more ! No grateful dews descend from ev'ning skies , Nor morning odours from the flow'rs arise ; No rich perfumes refresh the fruitful field , Nor fragrant herbs their ...
... once she taught the shore , Now Daphne's dead , and pleasure is no more ! No grateful dews descend from ev'ning skies , Nor morning odours from the flow'rs arise ; No rich perfumes refresh the fruitful field , Nor fragrant herbs their ...
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... once himself alone expose , Now one in verse makes many more in prose . ' Tis with our judgments as our watches , none Go just alike , yet each believes his own . In poets as true genius is but rare , True taste as seldom is the ...
... once himself alone expose , Now one in verse makes many more in prose . ' Tis with our judgments as our watches , none Go just alike , yet each believes his own . In poets as true genius is but rare , True taste as seldom is the ...
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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.