The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, Volumen2

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Little, Brown, 1853
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Página 152 - The world recedes ; it disappears ! Heaven opens on my eyes ! my ears With sounds seraphic ring ! Lend, lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly ! O grave, where is thy victory ? O death, where is thy sting...
Página 82 - The only point where human bliss stands still, And tastes the good without the fall to ill ; Where only merit constant pay receives, Is...
Página 3 - Tis with our judgments as our watches, none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
Página 43 - 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 36 - Say first, of God above or man below What can we reason but from what we know ? Of man what see we but his station here, From which to reason, or to which refer ? Through worlds unnumber'd though the God be known, 'Tis ours to trace him only in our own.
Página 135 - You show us Rome was glorious, not profuse, And pompous buildings once were things of use; Yet shall, my lord, your just, your noble rules, Fill half the land with imitating fools ; Who random drawings from your sheets shall take; And of one beauty many blunders make...
Página 64 - Go, from the creatures thy instructions take : Learn from the birds what food the thickets yield ; Learn from the beasts the physic of the field ; Thy arts of building from the bee receive; Learn of the mole to plough, the worm to weave ; Learn of the little Nautilus to sail, Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale.
Página 46 - Cease then, nor order imperfection name : Our proper bliss depends on what we blame. Know thy own point : This kind, this due degree Of blindness, weakness, Heaven bestows on thee.
Página 17 - whispers through the trees :" If crystal streams " with pleasing murmurs creep," The reader's threaten'd (not in vain) with
Página 11 - 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.

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