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Abelard Addison ALEXANDER POPE ancient ANTISTROPHE appear appear'd bard beauty blush breast breath bright charms courser crown'd Cynthus Daph delight Dryden Dunciad earth eclogues Eloisa envy eternal Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fire fix'd flames flocks flood flow'rs forest gales genius grace groves hear heart heav'n heav'nly Homer honour Iliad immortal inspire kind Lesbian live Lord Bolingbroke lov'd lyre Mac Flecknoe mournful Muses nature numbers nymph o'er once op'ning pastoral Phaon Phoebus plains poem poet poetry Pope Pope's pow'r praise pray'rs resound rise rocks sacred Sappho satire scene SEMICHORUS shades shepherds shine shore sighs silver sing Sir Richard Steele skies soft song soul spring strains streams Streph sung swains sylvan tears tender thee Theocritus thine thou thought translation trees trembling tuneful verses Virgil weep winds Windsor write youth
第 19 頁 - How lov'd, how honour'd once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot ; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be ! Poets themselves must fall, like those they sung, Deaf the prais'd ear, and mute the tuneful tongue.
第 23 頁 - 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...
第 23 頁 - 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...
第 119 頁 - Be smooth, ye rocks! ye rapid floods, give way! The Saviour comes! by ancient bards foretold: Hear him, ye deaf! and all ye blind, behold! He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, And on the sightless eyeball pour the day: 'Tis he th' obstructed paths of sound shall clear And bid new music charm th' unfolding ear: The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego, And leap exulting like the bounding roe.
第 174 頁 - And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast: There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow, There the first roses of the year shall blow; While angels with their silver wings o'ershade The ground now sacred by thy relics made. So peaceful rests, without a stone, a name, What once had beauty, titles, wealth, and fame.
第 122 頁 - See heaven its sparkling portals wide display, And break upon thee in a flood of day.
第 173 頁 - As into air the purer spirits flow, And sep'rate from their kindred dregs below, So flew the soul to its congenial place, Nor left one virtue to redeem her race.
第 121 頁 - See a long race thy spacious courts adorn; See future sons and daughters yet unborn, In crowding ranks, on every side arise Demanding life, impatient for the skies! See barbarous nations at thy gates attend, Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend; See thy bright altars throng'd with prostrate kings, And heap'd with products of Sabaean springs!
第 155 頁 - How oft, when press'd to marriage, have I said, Curse on all laws but those which love has made! Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies, Let wealth, let honour, wait the wedded dame, August her deed, and sacred be her fame; Before true passion all those views remove, Fame, wealth, and honour! what are you to Love?
第 20 頁 - It is impossible for us, who live in the latter ages of the world, to make observations in criticism, morality, or in any art or science, which have not been touched upon by others. We have little else left us but to represent the common sense of mankind in more strong, more beautiful, or more uncommon lights.