The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: With His Last Corrections, Additions, and Improvements. From the Text of Dr. Warburton. With the Life of the Author ...W. Durrell, 1812 |
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... doubt , and set my mind at ease . 275 This Justin heard , nor could his spleen control , Touch'd to the quick , and tickled at the soul . Sir Knight , he cry'd , if this be all your dread , Heav'n put it past your doubt whene'er you wed ...
... doubt , and set my mind at ease . 275 This Justin heard , nor could his spleen control , Touch'd to the quick , and tickled at the soul . Sir Knight , he cry'd , if this be all your dread , Heav'n put it past your doubt whene'er you wed ...
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... doubt , the nuptial state approves , Since it chastises still what best it loves . Then be not , Sir , abandon'd to despair ; 286 Seek , and perhaps you'll find among the fair , One that may do your bus'ness to a hair ; Not e'en in wish ...
... doubt , the nuptial state approves , Since it chastises still what best it loves . Then be not , Sir , abandon'd to despair ; 286 Seek , and perhaps you'll find among the fair , One that may do your bus'ness to a hair ; Not e'en in wish ...
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... own erimes reflect , And learn from thence their ladies to suspect : Else why these needless cautions , Sir , to me ? These doubts and fears of female constancy ? 595 This chime still rings in ev'ry lady's ear , The JANUARY AND MAY . 61.
... own erimes reflect , And learn from thence their ladies to suspect : Else why these needless cautions , Sir , to me ? These doubts and fears of female constancy ? 595 This chime still rings in ev'ry lady's ear , The JANUARY AND MAY . 61.
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... doubt . 630 Heav'n rest thy spirit , noble Solomon , A wiser monarch never saw the sun : All wealth , all honours , the supreme degree Of earthly bliss , was well bestow'd on thee ! For sagely hast thou said , Of all mankind , One only ...
... doubt . 630 Heav'n rest thy spirit , noble Solomon , A wiser monarch never saw the sun : All wealth , all honours , the supreme degree Of earthly bliss , was well bestow'd on thee ! For sagely hast thou said , Of all mankind , One only ...
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... doubts and jealousies no more : Both , pleas'd and bless'd , renew'd their mutual vows , A fruitful wife , and a believing spouse . 816 Thus ends our tale , whose moral next to make , Let all wise husbands hence example take ; And pray ...
... doubts and jealousies no more : Both , pleas'd and bless'd , renew'd their mutual vows , A fruitful wife , and a believing spouse . 816 Thus ends our tale , whose moral next to make , Let all wise husbands hence example take ; And pray ...
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Page 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.
Page 108 - While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind ; But more...
Page 107 - A little learning is a dangerous thing ; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring : There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, And drinking largely sobers us again.
Page 16 - Or roll the planets through the boundless sky. Some less refin'd, beneath the moon's pale light Pursue the stars that shoot athwart the night, Or suck the mists in grosser air below, Or dip their pinions in the painted bow, Or brew fierce tempests on the wintry main, Or o'er the glebe distil the kindly rain.
Page 113 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, 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.
Page 208 - Yes, I am proud ; I must be proud to see Men, not afraid of God, afraid of me ; Safe from the bar, the pulpit, and the throne, Yet touch'd and sham'd by ridicule alone.
Page 35 - Now Jove suspends his golden scales in air, Weighs the men's wits against the lady's hair; The doubtful beam long nods from side to side; At length the wits mount up, the hairs subside. See fierce Belinda on the baron flies, With more than usual lightning in her eyes: Nor fear'd the chief th' unequal fight to try, Who sought no more than on his foe to die.
Page 13 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike.
Page 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.
Page 110 - Some to conceit alone their taste confine, And glittering thoughts struck out at every line ; Pleased with a work where nothing's just or fit, One glaring chaos and wild heap of wit. Poets, like painters, thus unskill'd to trace The naked nature and the living grace, With gold and jewels cover every part, And hide with ornaments their want of art.