The Works of Alexander Pope: With a Memoir of the Author, Notes, and Critical Notices on Each Poem, Τόμος 4A. J. Valpy, 1835 |
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Σελίδα 13
... envy swell , Because they see me used so well : ' How think you of our friend the dean ? I wonder what some people mean : My lord and he are grown so great , Always together , téte à téte . What , they admire him for his jokes ! - See ...
... envy swell , Because they see me used so well : ' How think you of our friend the dean ? I wonder what some people mean : My lord and he are grown so great , Always together , téte à téte . What , they admire him for his jokes ! - See ...
Σελίδα 59
... envy Worsley's eyes ; ; 50 56 60 38 Paulo's free stroke . Warton says that Reynolds told him , ' he did not think the epithets of the various painters well applied but they are unquestionably the epithets which criticism has applied to ...
... envy Worsley's eyes ; ; 50 56 60 38 Paulo's free stroke . Warton says that Reynolds told him , ' he did not think the epithets of the various painters well applied but they are unquestionably the epithets which criticism has applied to ...
Σελίδα 70
... envy , all in vain , to hide . 40 This snuff - box - on the hinge see brilliants shine : — This snuff - box will I stake ; the prize is mine . CARDELIA . Alas ! far lesser losses than I bear , Have made a soldier sigh , a lover swear ...
... envy , all in vain , to hide . 40 This snuff - box - on the hinge see brilliants shine : — This snuff - box will I stake ; the prize is mine . CARDELIA . Alas ! far lesser losses than I bear , Have made a soldier sigh , a lover swear ...
Σελίδα 86
... envy while they rail ; Such rage without betrays the fire within ; In some close corner of the soul they sin ; Still hoarding up , most scandalously nice , Amidst their virtues , a reserve of vice . The godly dame , who fleshly failings ...
... envy while they rail ; Such rage without betrays the fire within ; In some close corner of the soul they sin ; Still hoarding up , most scandalously nice , Amidst their virtues , a reserve of vice . The godly dame , who fleshly failings ...
Σελίδα 98
... ( Envy , be silent , and attend ! ) I know a reasonable woman , Handsome and witty , yet a friend : Not warp'd by passion , awed by rumor ; Not grave through pride , or gay through folly ; An equal mixture of good humor , And sensible ...
... ( Envy , be silent , and attend ! ) I know a reasonable woman , Handsome and witty , yet a friend : Not warp'd by passion , awed by rumor ; Not grave through pride , or gay through folly ; An equal mixture of good humor , And sensible ...
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Addison Ambrose Philips bard beauty bless bless'd bliss bosom breast charms countess of Suffolk court cried dame dear delight divine Dryope Dunciad e'er ease envy EPISTLE ev'n eyes fair fame fate fire flame flowery fool gentle grace grave Gulliver hand haste hear heart Heaven Homer honest honor Houyhnhnm husband Iliad join'd joys kind KIT-CAT CLUB knight lady learn'd LEMUEL GULLIVER live lord lord Harvey lyre Muse ne'er numbers nymph o'er once Ovid pass'd Phaon pleased pleasure poem poet Pope Pope's praise pride PROLOGUE quoth rage rise Sappho satire scene shade shine Siege of Damascus sigh sing smiles soft song soul spouse squire sung sure sweet Swift tears tell tender thee thine thou thought Tom D'Urfey translation tree Twas verse Vertumnus vex'd virgin virtue Warton wife wise wives woman youth
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Σελίδα 11 - Send for him up; take no excuse.' The toil, the danger of the seas, Great ministers ne'er think of these; Or, let it cost five hundred pound, No matter where the money's found, It is but so much more in debt, And that they ne'er consider'd yet. ' Good Mr. Dean, go change your gown, Let my lord know you're come to town.
Σελίδα 98 - 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.
Σελίδα 80 - A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, And greatly falling with a falling state. While Cato gives his little senate laws, What bosom beats not in his country's cause ? Who sees him act, but envies every deed ? Who hears him groan, and does not wish to bleed?
Σελίδα 97 - Mournful cypress, verdant willow, Gilding my Aurelia's brows, Morpheus hovering o'er my pillow, Hear me pay my dying vows.
Σελίδα 9 - I'VE often wish'd that I had clear For life, six hundred pounds a year, A handsome house to lodge a friend, A river at my garden's end, A terrace walk, and half a rood Of land, set out to plant a wood.
Σελίδα 13 - Or gravely try to read the lines Writ underneath the country signs; Or, ' Have you nothing new to-day ' From Pope, from Parnell, or from Gay ?' Such tattle often entertains My lord and me as far as Staines, As once a week we travel down To Windsor, and again to town, Where all that passes inter nos Might be proclaim'd at Charing-cross.
Σελίδα 101 - ... 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. What are the gay parterre, the...
Σελίδα 60 - Oh lasting as those colours may they shine, Free as thy stroke, yet faultless as thy line ; New graces yearly like thy works display, Soft without weakness, without glaring gay ; Led by some rule, that guides, but not constrains ; And finish'd more...
Σελίδα 64 - The shining robes, rich jewels, beds of state, And, to complete her bliss, a Fool for Mate. She glares in Balls, front Boxes, and the Ring, A vain, unquiet, glitt'ring, wretched Thing! Pride, Pomp, and State but reach her outward part; She sighs, and is no Duchess at her heart.
Σελίδα 49 - SEE the wild waste of all-devouring years! How Rome her own sad sepulchre appears ! With nodding arches, broken temples spread, The very tombs now vanish'd like their dead!