Observations on Popeauthor, 1796 - 348 páginas |
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... breathing roses blow . Pope rarely mentions flowers without being guilty of fome mistake as to the feasons they blow in . Who ever faw rofes , crocuffes , and violets in bloom at the fame time ? In the Dunciad , he calls the carnation ...
... breathing roses blow . Pope rarely mentions flowers without being guilty of fome mistake as to the feasons they blow in . Who ever faw rofes , crocuffes , and violets in bloom at the fame time ? In the Dunciad , he calls the carnation ...
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... breath . In a ftrain not unlike Carew , in the Comparison : And when thou breath'ft , the winds are ready ftraight To filch it from thee ; and do therefore wait Clofe at thy lips ; and , fnatching it from thence , Bear it to heaven ...
... breath . In a ftrain not unlike Carew , in the Comparison : And when thou breath'ft , the winds are ready ftraight To filch it from thee ; and do therefore wait Clofe at thy lips ; and , fnatching it from thence , Bear it to heaven ...
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... breathing spring . Hence , perhaps , Gray ; as Mr. Steevens also observed : The breezy call of incenfe - breathing morn ... breath of heav'n fresh blowing , pure and fweet , With day - fpring born . Ver . 36 , Be smooth , ye rocks ! ye ...
... breathing spring . Hence , perhaps , Gray ; as Mr. Steevens also observed : The breezy call of incenfe - breathing morn ... breath of heav'n fresh blowing , pure and fweet , With day - fpring born . Ver . 36 , Be smooth , ye rocks ! ye ...
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... breathing brass to kindle fierce alarms . Dryden . Ver . 66. And the fame hand , that fow'd , fhall reap the field . So Callimachus , Hymn . Cer . fin . αμαση : Φερβε και ειραναν , ἵν ̓ , ὅς αρεσε , κεινΘ And fofter peace ; that he ...
... breathing brass to kindle fierce alarms . Dryden . Ver . 66. And the fame hand , that fow'd , fhall reap the field . So Callimachus , Hymn . Cer . fin . αμαση : Φερβε και ειραναν , ἵν ̓ , ὅς αρεσε , κεινΘ And fofter peace ; that he ...
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... , et arma Dianæ : Diana's arms upon her shoulder found . Dryden . Ver . 192 and 197. may be compared with Man- waring's verfion of the paffage imitated in Ovid : Who Who felt his breath pant on my braided hair , 30 OBSERVATIONS.
... , et arma Dianæ : Diana's arms upon her shoulder found . Dryden . Ver . 192 and 197. may be compared with Man- waring's verfion of the paffage imitated in Ovid : Who Who felt his breath pant on my braided hair , 30 OBSERVATIONS.
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Página 215 - Who builds a church to God, and not to Fame, Will never mark the marble with his name...
Página 265 - Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude ; Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i...
Página 226 - Dipt me in ink, my parents', or my own? As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.
Página 279 - This pencil take (she said) whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of Joy ; Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
Página 195 - 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.
Página 51 - Tis not a lip, or eye, we beauty call, But the joint force and full result of all. Thus when we view some well-proportion'd dome, (The world's just wonder, and ev'n thine, O Rome!) No single parts unequally surprise, All comes united to th' admiring eyes; No monstrous height, or breadth or length appear; The whole at once is bold and regular.
Página 161 - Man a microscopic eye? For this plain reason, Man is not a Fly. Say what the use, were finer optics giv'n, T' inspect a mite, not comprehend the heav'n? Or touch, if tremblingly alive all o'er, To smart and agonize at ev'ry pore? Or quick effluvia darting thro' the brain, Die of a rose in aromatic pain?
Página 14 - Daughters; but by devout prayer to that Eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his Seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
Página 286 - Near these a Nursery erects its head. Where queens are form'd, and future heroes bred ; Where unfledg'd actors learn to laugh and cry, Where infant punks their tender voices try, And little Maximins the gods defy.
Página 320 - Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom...