The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: In Nine Volumes Complete, with His Last Corrections, Additions, and Improvements, as They Were Delivered to the Editor a Little Before His Death, Together with the Commentary and Notes of Mr. Warburton, Bind 1A. Millar, J. and R. Tonson, C. Bathurst, R. Baldwin, W. Johnston, J. Richardson, B. Law, S. Crowder, T. Longman, T. Field, and T. Caslon, 1760 |
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Side xxxiv
... pow'r is bleft ; 20 Fame , I foresee , will make reprisals there , " And the Tranflator's Palm to me transfer . " With lefs regret my claim I now decline , " The World will think his English Iliad mine . " 66 E. FENTON . To Mr. POPE ...
... pow'r is bleft ; 20 Fame , I foresee , will make reprisals there , " And the Tranflator's Palm to me transfer . " With lefs regret my claim I now decline , " The World will think his English Iliad mine . " 66 E. FENTON . To Mr. POPE ...
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... pow'r , Enjoy the glory to be great no more , 66 REMARK S. " what he has mixed of his own with theirs is no way infe- " rior to what he has taken from them . It is not flattery at " all to say that Virgil had written nothing fo good at ...
... pow'r , Enjoy the glory to be great no more , 66 REMARK S. " what he has mixed of his own with theirs is no way infe- " rior to what he has taken from them . It is not flattery at " all to say that Virgil had written nothing fo good at ...
Side 72
... pow'r 45 The captive bird that fings within thy bow'r ! Then might my voice thy lift'ning ears employ , And I those kiffes he receives enjoy . And yet my numbers please the rural throng , Rough Satyrs dance , and Pan applauds the fong ...
... pow'r 45 The captive bird that fings within thy bow'r ! Then might my voice thy lift'ning ears employ , And I those kiffes he receives enjoy . And yet my numbers please the rural throng , Rough Satyrs dance , and Pan applauds the fong ...
Side 81
... pow'r to move ! And is there magic but what dwells in love ! 84 Refound , ye hills , refound my mournful strains ! I'll fly from shepherds , flocks , and flow'ry plains , From shepherds , flocks , and plains , I may remove , Forfake ...
... pow'r to move ! And is there magic but what dwells in love ! 84 Refound , ye hills , refound my mournful strains ! I'll fly from shepherds , flocks , and flow'ry plains , From shepherds , flocks , and plains , I may remove , Forfake ...
Side 101
... 106 But fix'd his word , his faving pow'r remains : Thy realm for ever lafts , thy own MESSIAH reigns ! * Ch . li . ver . 6. and Ch . liv . ver . 10 . H 3 WINDSOR - FOREST . To the RIGHT HONOURABLE GEORGE Lord PASTORAL S. ΙΟΙ.
... 106 But fix'd his word , his faving pow'r remains : Thy realm for ever lafts , thy own MESSIAH reigns ! * Ch . li . ver . 6. and Ch . liv . ver . 10 . H 3 WINDSOR - FOREST . To the RIGHT HONOURABLE GEORGE Lord PASTORAL S. ΙΟΙ.
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Side 243 - 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.
Side 146 - 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.
Side 261 - For, that sad moment, when the sylphs withdrew^ And Ariel weeping from Belinda flew, Umbriel, a dusky, melancholy sprite, As ever sullied the fair face of light, Down to the central earth, his proper scene, Repair'd to search the gloomy cave of Spleen.
Side 253 - The rebel Knave, who dares his prince engage, Proves the just victim of his royal rage.
Side 186 - Some to Conceit alone their taste confine, And glitt'ring thoughts struck out at ev'ry line; 290 Pleas'd 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 ev'ry part, 295 And hide with ornaments their want of art.
Side 245 - Their fluid bodies half dissolv'd in light. Loose to the wind their airy garments flew, Thin glitt'ring textures of the filmy dew, Dipt in the richest tincture of the skies, Where light disports in ever-mingling dyes, While ev'ry beam new transient colours flings, Colours that change whene'er they wave their wings.
Side 236 - Soft yielding minds to Water glide away, And sip, with Nymphs, their elemental Tea. The graver Prude sinks downward to a Gnome, In search of mischief still on Earth to roam. The light Coquettes in Sylphs aloft repair, And sport and flutter in the fields of Air.
Side 254 - He springs to vengeance with an eager pace, And falls like thunder on the prostrate ace. The nymph exulting fills with shouts the sky...
Side 98 - The swain in barren deserts with surprise Sees lilies spring, and sudden verdure rise ; And starts, amidst the thirsty wilds to hear New falls of water murmuring in his ear. On rifted rocks, the dragon's late abodes, The green reed trembles, and the bulrush nods.
Side 262 - Here living tea-pots stand, one arm held out, One bent ; the handle this, and that the spout...