レビュー - レビューを書く
appear arms bear beauty beneath blood breaſt breath charms court crowd death eyes face fair fall fame fate fear fields fire firſt flow fools give gods grace hand head hear heart heaven himſelf honour hope hour juſt kind king land laſt laws learned leave letter light live look Lord maid mind moſt muſe muſt nature never night o'er once pain plain play pleaſe poem poet poor Pope praiſe pride proud race rage riſe round ſaid ſame ſay ſee ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhould ſome ſoul ſtill ſuch tears tell thee theſe things thoſe thou thought trembling true turn vain verſe virtue whole whoſe wind write youth
92 ページ - 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...
92 ページ - 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.
89 ページ - Who wickedly is wise, or madly brave, Is but the more a fool, the more a knave. Who noble ends by noble means obtains, Or failing, smiles in exile or in chains, Like good Aurelius let him reign, or bleed Like Socrates, that man is great indeed. What's fame? a fancy'd life in others' breath, A thing beyond us, ev'n before our death.
89 ページ - Heroes are much the same, the point's agreed, From Macedonia's madman to the Swede ; The whole strange purpose of their lives, to find Or make an enemy of all mankind!
17 ページ - 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.
39 ページ - 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.
161 ページ - ... 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. If a reader examines Horace's Art of Poetry...
102 ページ - In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half-hung, The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, On once a flock-bed, but repair'd with straw, With tape-tied curtains, never meant to draw, The George and Garter dangling from that bed Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red, Great Villiers lies — alas!