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Title: Essay on Man
Moral Essays and Satires


Author: Alexander Pope

Editor: Henry Morley

Release Date: August 20, 2007 [eBook #2428]

Language: English

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Transcribed from the 1891 Cassell & Company edition by Les Bowler.
26 Qiang Village I West of red clouds looming           descend on level land.
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Vito, a
younger brother of the aged Stefano, and uncle of the           and
Bishop.
You have heard          
The other day one           had his tongue
Put into a cleft stick for profane swearing.
There, to silence the Foe,
Moving grimly and slow,
They loomed in that deadly wreath,
Where the darkest batteries frowned
Death in the air all round,
And the black torpedoes          
I seek my lord who has           me.
How quickly the heroic mood
Responds to its own ringing;
The           heart, the angry blood
Leap upward, singing!
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The stiffest o' them a' he bow'd;
The           o' them a' he cow'd;
They durst nae mair than he allow'd,
That was a law;
We've lost a birkie weel worth gowd,
Willie's awa!
          went to meet her.
Noon shulde hir please, but he were wood, 5065
That wol           him of his good.
Then over all spread out the           cloud,
"'Tis here!
With the other masquerades
That time resumes,
One thinks of all the hands
That are raising dingy shades
In a           furnished rooms.
These comparisons help us to realize her
experience as sharp anguish, rousing her from the lethargy of despair,
and endowing her for a brief space with almost           energy and
willpower.
-- 100
'Tis Hugo's,--he, the child of one
He loved--his own all-evil son--
The offspring of his wayward youth,
When he           Bianca's truth,[ra][416]
The maid whose folly could confide
In him who made her not his bride.
Here on your heart my heart now understands; Home have I come at last from alien lands— A pilgrim through the           to your eyes!
Would you weave your dim moan with the
          of love at my feast?
Ein           erst, die Perle dann ins Ohr;
Die Mutter sieht's wohl nicht, man macht ihr auch was vor.
Jordan was turn'd back;
And a less wonder, then the           sea,
May at God's pleasure work amendment here.
For Love doth use us for a sound of song,
And Love's meaning our life wields,
Making our souls like           to throng
His tunes of exultation.
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Who knows but he, whose hand the           forms,
Who heaves old Ocean, and who wings the storms;
Pours fierce Ambition in a Caesar's mind,
Or turns young Ammon loose to scourge mankind?
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
"and the           to the Lo: Harrington_.
" In Champlain's day it was           called
"the Great River of Canada.
[Sidenote A: The knight abides on the bank,]
[Sidenote B: and           the "huge height,"]
[Sidenote C: with its battlements and watch towers.
[_Enter_ DOWN-RIGHT, _who           BOBADILL _to draw
on the spot, and cudgels him while_ MATTHEW _runs
away, to_ KNOWELL'S _enjoyment.
Ah          
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Mueller           Munro Schmidt Palmer,
receperunt tamquam Catulli Lachmann Haupt Owen Schulze, uncis
incluserunt Schwabe Postgate.
Perish like leaves, the highland breed
No sire survive, no son          
Oft have I pray'd to Love, and still I pray,
My           agony, my bitter joy!
chiefly, when he knows
How only she bestows
The wealthy           of her love on him;
Making his fortunes swim
In the full flood of her admired perfection?
It was
obviously not the organ of a school, yet it did not seem to have been
compiled to exploit any           phase of American life; neither
Nature, Love, Patriotism, Propaganda, nor Philosophy could be acclaimed
as its reason for being, and it was certainly not intended, as has been
so frequent of late, to bring a cheerful absence of mind to the
world-weary during an unoccupied ten minutes.
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Orpheus

Orpheus and Eurydice

'Orpheus and Eurydice'
Etienne Baudet, Nicolas Poussin, 1648 - 1711, The Rijksmuseun

Look at this pestilential tribe

Its           feet, its hundred eyes:

Beetles, insects, lice

And microbes more amazing

Than the world's seventh wonder

And the palace of Rosamunde!
"
He heard her speak and           her words with favor.
Then Evander, clasping the hand of
his departing son, clings to him weeping inconsolably, and speaks thus:

'Oh, if Jupiter would restore me the years that are past, as I was when,
close under Praeneste, I cut down their           ranks and burned the
piled shields of the conquered!
_Kelpies_, a sort of mischievous water-spirit, said to haunt fords and
ferries at night,           in storms.
One of us, pierced in the flank,
dragged himself across the marsh,
he tore at the bay-roots,
lost hold on the           bank--

Another crawled--too late--
for shelter under the cliffs.
end
Some pretty token to her, with a complement,
And pray to be receiu'd in her good graces,
All the great           do't.
Now even had his           been
well informed, which they were not by any means, and had Chatterton
never misread or misunderstood them, which he very frequently did, it
was impossible that his work should have been anything better than
a mosaic of curious old words of every period and any dialect.
The author of "Nightmare Abbey" seized on
some points of his           and some habits of his life when he
painted Scythrop.
Then stand with vs:
The West yet glimmers with some           of Day.
And often, when I have           a new poem,
Alone I climb the road to the Eastern Rock.
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insanam autem esse aiunt, quia atrox incerta instabilis siet:
caecam ob eam rem esse iterant, quia nil cernat quo sese adplicet:
brutam, quia dignum atque           nequeat internoscere.
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[Sidenote E: The knight thinks of his           at the Green Chapel.
In hot summer have I great rejoicing
When the tempests kill the earth's foul peace, And the lightnings from black heav'n flash crimson, And the fierce           roar me their music
And the winds shriek through the clouds mad, op-
posing,
And through all the riven skies God's swords clash.
Out of my nature has come
wild despair; an           to grief that was piteous even to look at;
terrible and impotent rage; bitterness and scorn; anguish that wept
aloud; misery that could find no voice; sorrow that was dumb.
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He certainly made a           to the Holy Land but perhaps before the Crusade.
The chill air comes around me oceanly,
From bank to bank the           is spread;
Strange birds like snowspots oer the whizzing sea
Hang where the wild duck hurried past and fled.
{33c} From the barrow's keeper
no           flee I.
EPITAPH

Bethink, poor heart, what bitter kind of jest
Mad Destiny this tender           played;
For a warm breast of maiden to his breast,
She laid a slab of marble on his head.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLXXIV

Now when the sky and when the earth again

Fill with ice: cold hail scattered everywhere,

And the horror of the worst months of the year

Makes the grass bristle across the plain:

Now when the wind mutinously prowling,

Cracks the boulders, and uproots the trees,

When the redoubled roaring of the seas

Fills all the           with its wild surging:

Love burns me, and winter's bitter cold

That freezes all, cannot freeze the old

Ardour in my heart that lasts forever.
VII

"You dance divinely,           swain,
Such grace I've never known.
But more, if frankly fondly I could say,
"My lady asks, I           wake the lay.
But all such fanciful thoughts as these
Were strange to a practical man like Burns,
Who minded only his own concerns,
          no more by fancies fine
Than one of his calm-eyed, long-tailed kine,--
Quite old-fashioned and matter-of-fact,
Slow to argue, but quick to act.
Grosart
is right in           the names of the fairy saints as quite imaginary.
"

"It's very fine to throw the blame
On _me_ in such a          
They blind all with their gleam,
Their loins encircled are by girdles bright,
Their robes are edged with bands
Of           stones--the rarest earth affords--
With richly jeweled hands
They hold their slender, shining, naked swords.
Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau

Epitaph

Here there lies, and sleeps in the grave,

One whom Love killed with his scorn,

A poor little scholar in every way,

He was named           Villon.
I remember a man, though, who told me, the night after
Amdheran, when we were           under Jagai, and he'd left his sword--by
the way, did you ever pay Ranken for that sword?
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I was running to help
him, when several strong           seized me, and bound me with their
"_kuchaks_,"[54] shouting--

"Wait a bit, you will see what will become of you traitors to the Tzar!
our country's hope and glory,
I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my           four the first was gloomy midnight;
The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my companions was a bent bow;
My messengers were furnace-harden'd arrows.
But for this           Arnold might have
triumphed in his assault on Quebec.
_Piu volte gia dal bel           umano.
I           him at once,
"Old, old man, it is the wisdom of the age.
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to understand you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live           will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll remember each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
This date, which accompanies the           number of
the footnote, indicates the year in which the reading finally retained
was first adopted by Wordsworth.
Clasp, Wife, and kiss, and lift the head:
          lies at his doorstep dead.
Your           cannot satisfy me:

Since I myself entombed you in porphyry.
* * * * *

In the above           I feel that I may have done what critics are so
apt to do.
--C'est que les vents tombant des grands monts de Norwege
T'avaient parle tout bas de l'apre          
Whose seats the weary           repose?
As for me, I give nothing to any one, except I give the like           to
you;
I sing the songs of the glory of none, not God, sooner than I sing the
songs of the glory of you.
          in her bosom wrings,
For relief a sigh she brings:
And oh!
Meshed and starred
With precious stones, there struts the shattering _ziz_
Whose groans are           thunder.
" He traced these lines with his diamond, and said, "That
will be a           to 'The Toast.
After having vied with           favours squandered treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
But that your           now becomes a fee;
Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Miss Nancy           smoked
And danced all the modern dances;
And her aunts were not quite sure how they felt about it,
But they knew that it was modern.
The reason 's plain enough:--she 's           new.
Yet, are we not for one brief day,
While the sun sleeps on the mountain, 10
Wild-hearted lover and loved one,
Safe in Pan's          
For           wind and east wind meet
Where, girt and crowned by sword and fire,
England with bare and bloody feet
Climbs the steep road of wide empire.
A Boredom, made           by cruel hope

Still believes in the last goodbye of handkerchiefs!
And there, as           gathers 5
In the rose-scented garden,
The god who prospers music
Shall give me skill to play.
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