The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: To which is Prefixed a Life of the AuthorPhillips, Sampson, 1849 |
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... Bear , like the Turk , no rival near the throne , View him with scornful , yet with jealous eyes , And hate for arts that caus'd himself to rise ; Damn with faint praise , assent with civil leer , And , without sneering , others teach ...
... Bear , like the Turk , no rival near the throne , View him with scornful , yet with jealous eyes , And hate for arts that caus'd himself to rise ; Damn with faint praise , assent with civil leer , And , without sneering , others teach ...
Page xix
... bear such repeated re- proaches , but boldly told Mr. Addison , that he pealed from his judgment to the public , and that he had long known him too well to expect any friend- ship from him ; upbraided him with being a pensioner from his ...
... bear such repeated re- proaches , but boldly told Mr. Addison , that he pealed from his judgment to the public , and that he had long known him too well to expect any friend- ship from him ; upbraided him with being a pensioner from his ...
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... bears : Tell me but this , and I'll disclaim the prize , And give the conquest to thy Sylvia's eyes.- DAPHNIS . Nay , tell me first , in what more happy fields The thistle springs , to which the lily yields : And then a nobler prize I ...
... bears : Tell me but this , and I'll disclaim the prize , And give the conquest to thy Sylvia's eyes.- DAPHNIS . Nay , tell me first , in what more happy fields The thistle springs , to which the lily yields : And then a nobler prize I ...
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... bear my sighs away To Delia's ear the tender notes convey . As some sad turtle his lost love deplores , And with deep murmurs fills the sounding shores ; Thus , far from Delia , to the winds I mourn , Alike unheard , unpitied , and ...
... bear my sighs away To Delia's ear the tender notes convey . As some sad turtle his lost love deplores , And with deep murmurs fills the sounding shores ; Thus , far from Delia , to the winds I mourn , Alike unheard , unpitied , and ...
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... bear my sighs along ! For her , the feather'd quires neglect their song : For her , the limes their pleasing shades deny : For her the lilies hang their heads and die . Ye flowers that droop , forsaken by the spring , Ye birds , that ...
... bear my sighs along ! For her , the feather'd quires neglect their song : For her , the limes their pleasing shades deny : For her the lilies hang their heads and die . Ye flowers that droop , forsaken by the spring , Ye birds , that ...
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Page 11 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Page 11 - Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause ; While wits and templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he ? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals ? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers...
Page 269 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge Thy foe. If I am right, Thy grace impart Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, oh, teach my heart To find that better way!
Page 78 - From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part, And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art, Which without passing through the judgment, gains The heart, and all its end at once attains.
Page 256 - For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight ; His can't be wrong whose life is in the right. In faith and hope the world will disagree, But all mankind's concern is charity : All must be false that thwart this one great end, And all of God that bless mankind or mend.
Page 6 - I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Page 108 - The little engine on his fingers' ends; This just behind Belinda's neck he spread, As o'er the fragrant steams she bends her head. Swift to the lock a thousand sprites repair...
Page 231 - 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.
Page 98 - What though no credit doubting wits may give? The fair and innocent shall still believe. Know then, unnumber'd spirits round thee fly, The light militia of the lower sky: These, though unseen, are ever on the wing, Hang o'er the Box, and hover round the Ring.
Page 101 - 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. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide: If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.