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... Spring . The First Pastoral Summer . - The Second Pastoral Autumn . - The Third Pastoral Wiuter . - The Fourth Pastoral . Ode . The dying Christian to his Soul ......... ib . An Essay on Criticism ib . 145 The Rape of the Lock 165 ...
... Spring . The First Pastoral Summer . - The Second Pastoral Autumn . - The Third Pastoral Wiuter . - The Fourth Pastoral . Ode . The dying Christian to his Soul ......... ib . An Essay on Criticism ib . 145 The Rape of the Lock 165 ...
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... Spring THE SEASONS . 405 To his royal highness the Prince of Wales .... 503 Verses occasioned by the Death of Mr. Aik- Autumn Winter ...... 445 man , a particular Friend of the Author's ... ib . Ode . Tell her thou soul of her I love ...
... Spring THE SEASONS . 405 To his royal highness the Prince of Wales .... 503 Verses occasioned by the Death of Mr. Aik- Autumn Winter ...... 445 man , a particular Friend of the Author's ... ib . Ode . Tell her thou soul of her I love ...
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... springs That carry on the year , Stopp'd in their full career : Then the astonish'd Moon Forgot her going down ; And ... Spring : That to the smiling Earth restore The beauteous herb , and blooming flower , And give her all the charms ...
... springs That carry on the year , Stopp'd in their full career : Then the astonish'd Moon Forgot her going down ; And ... Spring : That to the smiling Earth restore The beauteous herb , and blooming flower , And give her all the charms ...
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... springs dancing through the gates of day : He shakes his dewy locks , and hurls his beams O'er the proud hills , and ... spring bestows ? Say , why with gentle sighs the evening breeze Salutes the flowers , or murmurs through the trees ...
... springs dancing through the gates of day : He shakes his dewy locks , and hurls his beams O'er the proud hills , and ... spring bestows ? Say , why with gentle sighs the evening breeze Salutes the flowers , or murmurs through the trees ...
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... spring , by thicket , lawn , or groves ; Where verdant hills , or vales , where fountains stray , Charm every thought of idle pomp away ; Unenvy'd views the splendid toils of state , In private happy , as in public great . Thus godlike ...
... spring , by thicket , lawn , or groves ; Where verdant hills , or vales , where fountains stray , Charm every thought of idle pomp away ; Unenvy'd views the splendid toils of state , In private happy , as in public great . Thus godlike ...
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Adrastus Bavius beauty behold beneath blest breast breath bright Britons charms clouds coursers court critics death deep delight divine dreadful Dulness Dunciad Earth Essay on Criticism Ev'n eyes fair fame fate fire flame flood fool genius gentle glory goddess grace Greece groves hand happy head heart Heaven hero Homer honour Iliad Jove king labour light live lord lord Bolingbroke lyre mankind mighty mind Muse Nature never night numbers nymph o'er once passion peace plain pleas'd poem poet Pope praise pride proud race racter rage rais'd reign rise Rome round sacred Sappho satire scene shade shine shore sighs sing skies smile soft song soul streams sweet swell Swift tears tempest thee thine thou thought thunder toil trembling truth verse Virgil virtue wild winds wings youth
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Side 244 - Peace to all such! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires ; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne, View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes...
Side 157 - 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 222 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen ; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Side 169 - The berries crackle, and the mill turns round; On shining altars of japan they raise The silver lamp ; the fiery spirits blaze : From silver spouts the grateful liquors glide, While China's earth receives the smoking tide: At once they gratify their scent and taste, And frequent cups prolong the rich repast.
Side 447 - Tamed by the cruel season, crowd around The winnowing store, and claim the little boon Which Providence assigns them. One alone, The redbreast, sacred to the household gods, Wisely regardful of th...
Side 161 - Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main. Hear how Timotheus' varied lays surprise, And bid alternate passions fall and rise! While, at each change, the son of Libyan Jove Now burns with glory, and then melts with love; Now his fierce eyes with sparkling fury glow, Now sighs steal out, and tears begin to flow: Persians and Greeks like turns of nature found. And the world's victor stood subdued by sound!
Side 244 - And born to write, converse, and live with ease ; Should such a man too fond to rule alone, Bear like the Turk, no brother near the throne; View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes, And hate for arts that caused himself to rise; 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...
Side 168 - In heaps on heaps ; one fate o'erwhelms them all. The Knave of Diamonds tries his wily arts, And wins (oh shameful chance !) the Queen of Hearts. At this, the blood the virgin's cheek forsook, A livid paleness spreads o'er all her look ; She sees, and trembles at th' approaching ill, Just in the jaws of ruin, and codille.
Side 160 - Of all the causes which conspire to blind Man's erring judgment, and misguide the mind, What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is Pride, the never-failing vice of. fools. Whatever nature has in worth denied, , She gives in large recruits of needful pride ; For as in bodies, thus in souls, we find What wants in blood and spirits, swell'd with wind : Pride, where wit fails, steps in to our defence, And fills up all the mighty void of sense.
Side 171 - Cares produce, Or who would learn one earthly Thing of Use ? To patch, nay ogle, might become a Saint, Nor could it sure be such a Sin to paint. But since, alas ! frail Beauty must decay...