The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, Volume 3G. Bell, 1891 |
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... Third ; And that's a coppice called , when docked , Witness an . prim . of Harry Oct. If this a wood you will maintain , Merely because it is no plain , Holland , for all that I can see , May e'en as well be termed the sea , Or C - by ...
... Third ; And that's a coppice called , when docked , Witness an . prim . of Harry Oct. If this a wood you will maintain , Merely because it is no plain , Holland , for all that I can see , May e'en as well be termed the sea , Or C - by ...
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... Third Dialogue , more severe and sublime than the first and second , which being no secret , matters were soon compro- mised . His enemies agreed to drop the prosecution , and he promised to leave the Third Dialogue un- finished and ...
... Third Dialogue , more severe and sublime than the first and second , which being no secret , matters were soon compro- mised . His enemies agreed to drop the prosecution , and he promised to leave the Third Dialogue un- finished and ...
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... third would seem to be Henry Carey , the dramatist ( author of " Sally in our Alley " ) ; but there was also a John Carey , of New College , Oxford , a contributor to the Tatler and Spectator , and Walter Carey ( Umbra ) .- Carruthers ...
... third would seem to be Henry Carey , the dramatist ( author of " Sally in our Alley " ) ; but there was also a John Carey , of New College , Oxford , a contributor to the Tatler and Spectator , and Walter Carey ( Umbra ) .- Carruthers ...
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... third row , And what behind the scene , 1 Ulric , the little Turk . - Curll . 2 The author . - Curll . 3 Ladies of the Court of Princess Caroline . - Curll . Mary Bellenden married Colonel Campbell ( afterwards Duke of Argyll ) . Mary ...
... third row , And what behind the scene , 1 Ulric , the little Turk . - Curll . 2 The author . - Curll . 3 Ladies of the Court of Princess Caroline . - Curll . Mary Bellenden married Colonel Campbell ( afterwards Duke of Argyll ) . Mary ...
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... third watchman's toll ; Let Jervas gratis paint , and Frowde Save three - pence and his soul . Farewell , Arbuthnot's raillery On every learned sot ; And Garth , the best good Christian he , Although he knows it not . Lintot , farewell ...
... third watchman's toll ; Let Jervas gratis paint , and Frowde Save three - pence and his soul . Farewell , Arbuthnot's raillery On every learned sot ; And Garth , the best good Christian he , Although he knows it not . Lintot , farewell ...
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Passagens conhecidas
Página 280 - Religion, blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. Nor public flame, nor private dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine Lo, thy dread empire, Chaos ! is restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word : Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall, And universal darkness buries all.
Página 248 - To ask, to guess, to know, as they commence,' As Fancy opens the quick springs of Sense, We ply the Memory, we load the brain, Bind rebel Wit, and double chain on chain, Confine the thought, to exercise the breath; And keep them in the pale of Words till death...
Página 243 - Hibernian shore. 70 And now had Fame's posterior trumpet blown, And all the nations summon'd to the throne : The young, the old, who feel her inward sway, One instinct seizes, and transports away. None need a guide, by sure attraction led, And strong impulsive gravity of head : None want a place, for all their centre found, Hung to the goddess, and cohered around.
Página 242 - But soon, ah soon, rebellion will commence, If music meanly borrows aid from sense : Strong in new arms, lo ! giant Handel stands, Like bold Briareus, with a hundred hands ; To stir, to rouse, to shake the soul he comes, And Jove's own thunders follow Mars's drums, Arrest him, empress ; or you sleep no more...
Página 16 - And sensible soft melancholy. "Has she no faults then, (Envy says) Sir?" Yes, she has one, I must aver; When all the world conspires to praise her, The woman's deaf, and does not hear.
Página 227 - Immortal Rich! how calm he sits at ease 'Mid snows of paper, and fierce hail of pease; And proud his Mistress' orders to perform, Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the storm.
Página 190 - To where Fleet-ditch with disemboguing streams Rolls the large tribute of dead dogs to Thames, The King of dykes ! than whom no sluice of mud With deeper sable blots the silver flood.
Página 255 - We only furnish what he cannot use, Or wed to what he must divorce, a muse: Full in the midst of Euclid dip at once, And petrify a genius to a dunce: Or set on metaphysic ground to prance, Show all his paces, not a step advance.
Página 172 - O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare, With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way, And swims, or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies.
Página 48 - tis true — this truth you lovers know — In vain my structures rise, my gardens grow, In vain fair Thames reflects the double scenes Of hanging mountains, and of sloping greens: Joy lives not here; to happier seats it flies, And only dwells where Wortley casts her eyes.