The works of Alexander Pope. Containing the principal notes of drs. Warburton and Warton [&c.]. To which are added, some original letters, with additional observations, and memoirs, by W.L. Bowles, Volumen21806 |
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... light darts my tender bofom move , Still is there caufe for Sappho ftill to love ; So from my birth the Sifters fix'd my doom , And gave to Venus all my life to come ; Or , while my Mufe in melting notes complains , My yielding heart ...
... light darts my tender bofom move , Still is there caufe for Sappho ftill to love ; So from my birth the Sifters fix'd my doom , And gave to Venus all my life to come ; Or , while my Mufe in melting notes complains , My yielding heart ...
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... light wings , and in a moment flies . 75 81 Let wealth , let honour , wait the wedded dame , Auguft her deed , and facred be her fame ; Before true paffion all thofe views remove ; Fame , wealth , and honour ! what are you to Love ? The ...
... light wings , and in a moment flies . 75 81 Let wealth , let honour , wait the wedded dame , Auguft her deed , and facred be her fame ; Before true paffion all thofe views remove ; Fame , wealth , and honour ! what are you to Love ? The ...
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... light ; Thy eyes diffus'd a reconciling ray , And gleams of glory brighten'd all the day . But now no face divine contentment wears , ' Tis all blank fadness , or continual tears . See how the force of others pray'rs I try , ( O pious ...
... light ; Thy eyes diffus'd a reconciling ray , And gleams of glory brighten'd all the day . But now no face divine contentment wears , ' Tis all blank fadness , or continual tears . See how the force of others pray'rs I try , ( O pious ...
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... light the dead , and warm th ' unfruitful urn . What scenes appear where'er I turn my view ? The dear Ideas , where I fly , pursue , Rife in the grove , before the altar rife , Stain all my foul , and wanton in my eyes . NOTES . 255 260 ...
... light the dead , and warm th ' unfruitful urn . What scenes appear where'er I turn my view ? The dear Ideas , where I fly , pursue , Rife in the grove , before the altar rife , Stain all my foul , and wanton in my eyes . NOTES . 255 260 ...
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... light and ridiculous subjects ; for whoever will attentively confider the noble poem of Palamon and Arcite , will be convinced that he equally excels in the pathe- tic and the fublime . It has been but lately proved , that the Pa- lamon ...
... light and ridiculous subjects ; for whoever will attentively confider the noble poem of Palamon and Arcite , will be convinced that he equally excels in the pathe- tic and the fublime . It has been but lately proved , that the Pa- lamon ...
Términos y frases comunes
Abelard Argos beauty beſt bleft breaſt charms Chaucer defcription defign Dryope Dunciad eaſe Epiftle Eteocles Ev'n ev'ry expreffion eyes facred faid fair fame fate fatire fays feems feen fhade fhall fhine fide figh filent fince firſt flain flames foft fome foul ftill fubject fuch fure grace hæc heart heav'n himſelf honour houſe huſband IMITATIONS joys juſt Lady laft laſt lefs loft Lord lov'd mihi moft moſt muſt night NOTES numbers nymph o'er obferves occafion Ovid paffage paffion Petrarch Phaon Phoebus Pindar pleaſe pleaſure poem poet Polynices Pope Pope's pow'r praiſe prefent quæ reaſon reft reſt rife Sappho ſay ſcene ſeem ſhall ſhe ſhould ſkies ſome ſpread ſtate Statius ſtill ſuch taſte tears Thebes thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand tibi tranflation Twas Tydeus uſe verfe verſes Vertumnus WARTON whofe whoſe wife youth
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Página 417 - A poet, blest beyond the poet's fate, Whom Heaven kept sacred from the Proud and Great : Foe to loud praise, and friend to learned ease, Content with science in the vale of peace. Calmly he look'd on either life ; and here Saw nothing to regret, or there to fear ; From Nature's temperate feast rose satisfied, Thank'd Heaven that he had liv'd, and that he died.
Página 53 - And smooth my passage to the realms of day; See my lips tremble, and my eyeballs roll, Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul! Ah no — in sacred vestments may'st thou stand, The hallow'd taper trembling in thy hand, Present the Cross before my lifted eye, Teach me at once, and learn of me to die.
Página 418 - Of manners gentle, of affections mild ; In wit, a man ; simplicity, a child ; With native humour temp'ring virtuous rage, Form'd to delight at once and lash the age ; Above temptation, in a low estate ; And uncorrupted...
Página 44 - Sad proof how well a lover can obey ! Death, only death, can break the lasting chain ; And here ev'n then, shall my cold dust remain, Here all its frailties, all its flames resign, And wait, till 'tis no sin to mix with thine.
Página 52 - Thou, Abelard! the last sad office pay, And smooth my passage to the realms of day; See my lips tremble, and my eyeballs roll, Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul! Ah no — in sacred vestments mayst thou stand...
Página 100 - world, nor in broad rumour lies, ^But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes, And perfect...
Página 39 - em all: Not Caesar's empress would I deign to prove; No, make me mistress to the man I love; If there be yet another name more free, More fond than mistress, make me that to thee!
Página 333 - ... twixt reading and Bohea, To muse, and spill her solitary Tea, Or o'er cold coffee trifle with the spoon, Count the slow clock, and dine exact at noon; Divert her eyes with pictures in the fire, Hum half a tune, tell stories to the squire; Up to her godly garret after sev'n, There starve and pray, for that's the way to heav'n.
Página 427 - Yet softer honours, and less noisy fame, Attend the shade of gentle Buckingham : In whom a race, for courage fam'd and art, Ends in the milder merit of the heart : And, chiefs or sages long to Britain given, Pays the last tribute of a saint to Heaven.
Página 33 - Contemplation dwells, And ever-musing Melancholy reigns, What means this tumult in a vestal's veins ? Why rove my thoughts beyond this last retreat ? Why feels my heart its long-forgotten heat ? Yet, yet I love ! — From Abelard it came, And Eloi'sa yet must kiss the name.