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So in the shades , where cheer ' d with summer rays Melodious linnets warbled
sprightly lays , Soon as the faded , falling leaves complain Of gloomy winter ' s
unauspicious reign , No tuneful voice is heard of joy or love , . But mourofiul
silence ...
So in the shades , where cheer ' d with summer rays Melodious linnets warbled
sprightly lays , Soon as the faded , falling leaves complain Of gloomy winter ' s
unauspicious reign , No tuneful voice is heard of joy or love , . But mourofiul
silence ...
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... is owing to the consideration how short a time they and I have to live : one may
be ashamed to consume balf one ' s days in bringing sense and rhyme together ;
· and what critic can be so unreasonable as not to leave a man time enough for ...
... is owing to the consideration how short a time they and I have to live : one may
be ashamed to consume balf one ' s days in bringing sense and rhyme together ;
· and what critic can be so unreasonable as not to leave a man time enough for ...
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Then sing by turns , by turns the Muses sing ; Now hawthorns blossom , now the
daisies spring ; Now leaves the trees , and flowers adorn the ground : Begin , the
vales shall every note rebound . Streph . Inspire me , Phæbus ! in my Delia ' s ...
Then sing by turns , by turns the Muses sing ; Now hawthorns blossom , now the
daisies spring ; Now leaves the trees , and flowers adorn the ground : Begin , the
vales shall every note rebound . Streph . Inspire me , Phæbus ! in my Delia ' s ...
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Ye gentle Muses , leave your crystal spring ; Let nymphs and silvans cypress -
garlands bring : Ye weeping loves , the stream with myrtles hide , And break your
bows , as when Adonis died ; And with your golden darts , now useless grown ...
Ye gentle Muses , leave your crystal spring ; Let nymphs and silvans cypress -
garlands bring : Ye weeping loves , the stream with myrtles hide , And break your
bows , as when Adonis died ; And with your golden darts , now useless grown ...
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Such silence waits on Philomela ' s strains , In some still evening , when the
whispering breeze Pants on the leaves , and dies upon the trees . To thee , bright
goddess , oft a lamb shall bleed , If teeming ewes increase my fleecy breed .
Such silence waits on Philomela ' s strains , In some still evening , when the
whispering breeze Pants on the leaves , and dies upon the trees . To thee , bright
goddess , oft a lamb shall bleed , If teeming ewes increase my fleecy breed .
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Página 71 - 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!
Página 30 - Hope humbly then ; with trembling pinions soar, Wait the great teacher, Death ; and God adore. What future bliss, he gives not thee to know, But gives that hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast : Man never Is, but always to be blest ; The soul, uneasy, and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Página 36 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent: Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
Página 34 - What modes of sight betwixt each wide extreme, The mole's dim curtain, and the lynx's beam; Of smell, the headlong lioness between, And hound sagacious on the tainted green; Of hearing, from the life that fills the flood, To that which warbles through the vernal wood! The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine ! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line...
Página 90 - And hence th' egregious wizard shall foredoom The fate of Louis, and the fall of Rome. Then cease, bright nymph ! to mourn thy ravished hair, Which adds new glory to the shining sphere! Not all the tresses that fair head can boast, Shall draw such envy as the Lock you lost. For after all the murders of your eye, When, after millions slain, yourself shall die; When those fair suns shall set, as set they must, And all those tresses shall be laid in dust, This lock the Muse shall consecrate to fame,...
Página 12 - In words as fashions the same rule will hold, Alike fantastic if too new or old: Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
Página 11 - 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. True wit is nature to advantage dress'd ; What oft was thought, but ne'er so well express'd ; Something, whose truth, convinced at sight we find, That gives us back the image of our mind.
Página 20 - Tales.' With him most authors steal their works, or buy : Garth did not write his own 'Dispensary.
Página 70 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than Heaven pursue. What blessings Thy free bounty gives, Let me not cast away; For God is paid when man receives, T
Página 71 - 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. This nymph, to the destruction of mankind, Nourish'd two locks which graceful hung behind In equal curls, and well conspired to deck With...
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| Título | Poetical Works |
| Autor | Alexander Pope |
| Editor | Printed at the Stanhope Press by C.Whittingham, 1808 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Harvard |
| Digitalizado | 19 Feb. 2008 |
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