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 v
... WIFE OF BATH 197 1. Chaucer On a Fan Phryne IMITATIONS OF ENGLISH POETS II . Spenser . The Alley 1. Waller . - On a Lady singing to her Lute IV . Cowley . The Garden Weeping • v . Earl of Rochester . - On Silence vi . Earl of Dorset ...
... WIFE OF BATH 197 1. Chaucer On a Fan Phryne IMITATIONS OF ENGLISH POETS II . Spenser . The Alley 1. Waller . - On a Lady singing to her Lute IV . Cowley . The Garden Weeping • v . Earl of Rochester . - On Silence vi . Earl of Dorset ...
Σελίδα 7
... wife , I trust that sinking fund , my life . Can I retrench ? Yes , mighty well , Shrink back to my paternal cell . A little house , with trees a - row , And , like its master , very low : 70 75 There died my father , no man's debtor ...
... wife , I trust that sinking fund , my life . Can I retrench ? Yes , mighty well , Shrink back to my paternal cell . A little house , with trees a - row , And , like its master , very low : 70 75 There died my father , no man's debtor ...
Σελίδα 59
... wife : Bid her be all that makes mankind adore Then view this marble , and be vain no more ! Yet still her charms in breathing paint engage : Her modest cheek shall warm a future age : Beauty , frail flower , that every season fears ...
... wife : Bid her be all that makes mankind adore Then view this marble , and be vain no more ! Yet still her charms in breathing paint engage : Her modest cheek shall warm a future age : Beauty , frail flower , that every season fears ...
Σελίδα 60
... wife of sir Ro- bert Worsley , bart . of Appuldercombe , in the isle of Wight ; mother of lady Carteret , the wife of John lord Carteret , afterwards earl Granville . 61 Each pleasing Blount . The two sisters , Teresa and Martha Blount ...
... wife of sir Ro- bert Worsley , bart . of Appuldercombe , in the isle of Wight ; mother of lady Carteret , the wife of John lord Carteret , afterwards earl Granville . 61 Each pleasing Blount . The two sisters , Teresa and Martha Blount ...
Σελίδα 64
... wife ; Nor let false shows nor empty titles please : Aim not at joy , but rest content with ease . The gods , to curse Pamela with her prayers , 49 Gave the gilt coach and dappled Flanders mares , Risus , Deliciæ , et Dicacitates ...
... wife ; Nor let false shows nor empty titles please : Aim not at joy , but rest content with ease . The gods , to curse Pamela with her prayers , 49 Gave the gilt coach and dappled Flanders mares , Risus , Deliciæ , et Dicacitates ...
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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!