The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: With His Last Corrections, Additions and Improvements, Svazek 2T. & G. Palmer, 1804 - Počet stran: 754 |
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Strana 9
... souls retire : The sprites of fiery termagants in flame Mount up , and take a salamander's name . Soft yielding minds to water glide away , And sip , with nymphs , their elemental tea . The graver prude sinks downward to a gnome , In ...
... souls retire : The sprites of fiery termagants in flame Mount up , and take a salamander's name . Soft yielding minds to water glide away , And sip , with nymphs , their elemental tea . The graver prude sinks downward to a gnome , In ...
Strana 10
... soul , Instruct the eyes of young coquettes to roll , Teach infant cheeks a bidden blush to know , And little hearts to flutter at a beau . 85 90 Oft , when the world imagine women stray , The sylphs through mystic mazes guide their way ...
... soul , Instruct the eyes of young coquettes to roll , Teach infant cheeks a bidden blush to know , And little hearts to flutter at a beau . 85 90 Oft , when the world imagine women stray , The sylphs through mystic mazes guide their way ...
Strana 28
... soul was rude , Or discompos'd the head - dress of a prude , 65 70 Or e'er to costive lap - dog gave disease , 75 Which not the tears of brightest eyes could ease ; Hear me , and touch Belinda with chagrin ; That 28 THF RAPE OF THE LOCK .
... soul was rude , Or discompos'd the head - dress of a prude , 65 70 Or e'er to costive lap - dog gave disease , 75 Which not the tears of brightest eyes could ease ; Hear me , and touch Belinda with chagrin ; That 28 THF RAPE OF THE LOCK .
Strana 34
... soul . So spoke the dame , bnt no applause ensu'd ; Belinda frown'd , Thalestris call'd her Prude . To arms , to arms ! the fierce virago cries , And swift as lightning to the combat flies . All side in parties , and begin th ' attack ...
... soul . So spoke the dame , bnt no applause ensu'd ; Belinda frown'd , Thalestris call'd her Prude . To arms , to arms ! the fierce virago cries , And swift as lightning to the combat flies . All side in parties , and begin th ' attack ...
Strana 43
... soul abhors the tasteless , dry embrace Of a stale virgin with a winter face : In that cold season Love but treats his guest With bean straw , and tough forage at the best . No crafty widows shall approach my bed ; Those are too wise ...
... soul abhors the tasteless , dry embrace Of a stale virgin with a winter face : In that cold season Love but treats his guest With bean straw , and tough forage at the best . No crafty widows shall approach my bed ; Those are too wise ...
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The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: With His Last Corrections ..., Svazek 2 Alexander Pope Náhled není k dispozici. - 1796 |
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Strana 111 - And value books, as women men, for dress: Their praise is still, — The style is excellent; The sense, they humbly take upon content. Words are like leaves; and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.
Strana 113 - The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar : When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow ; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Strana 108 - While from the bounded level of our mind, Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind; But more advanc'd, behold with strange surprise, New distant scenes of endless science rise!
Strana 99 - Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss ; A fool might 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.
Strana 112 - Though oft the ear the open vowels tire; While expletives their feeble aid do join; And ten low words oft creep in one dull line, While they ring round the same unvaried chimes, With sure returns of still expected rhymes, Where'er you find "the cooling western breeze...
Strana 94 - Yet not to earth's contracted span Thy goodness let me bound, Or think Thee Lord alone of man. When thousand worlds are round. Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge Thy foe.
Strana 111 - Its gaudy colours spreads on every place ; The face of nature we no more survey, All glares alike, without distinction gay ; But true expression, like th' unchanging sun, Clears and improves whate'er it shines upon ; It gilds all objects, but it alters none.
Strana 118 - Some bright idea of the master's mind, Where a new world leaps out at his command, And ready Nature waits upon his hand; When the ripe colours soften and unite, And sweetly melt into just shade and light; When mellowing years their full perfection give, And each bold figure just begins to live, The treacherous colours the fair art betray, And all the bright creation fades away!
Strana 25 - And screams of horror rend th' affrighted skies. Not louder shrieks to pitying heav'n are cast, When husbands, or when lap-dogs breathe their last ; Or when rich China vessels fall'n from high, In glitt'ring dust and painted fragments lie ! 160 " Let wreaths of triumph now my temples twine...
Strana 19 - Who gave the ball, or paid the visit last; One speaks the glory of the British queen, And one describes a charming Indian screen; A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes; At every word a reputation dies.