The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq., in Verse and Prose: Containing the Principal Notes of Drs. Warburton and Warton, Volumen2J. Johnson, 1806 |
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... give occafion for the most tender fentiments , and the most violent and fudden turns of paffion to be dif- played . " How beautifully is this difplayed in Pope's Epistle to Abelard ! a poem that has another moft interefting circumftance ...
... give occafion for the most tender fentiments , and the most violent and fudden turns of paffion to be dif- played . " How beautifully is this difplayed in Pope's Epistle to Abelard ! a poem that has another moft interefting circumftance ...
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... give . See , while I write , my words are loft in tears ! The less my fenfe , the more my love appears . Sure ' twas not much to bid one kind adieu , ( At least to feign was never hard to you , ) Farewell , my Lesbian love , you might ...
... give . See , while I write , my words are loft in tears ! The less my fenfe , the more my love appears . Sure ' twas not much to bid one kind adieu , ( At least to feign was never hard to you , ) Farewell , my Lesbian love , you might ...
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... with words of three or more fyllables ; which certainly gives a variety to the numbers , and is frequently done in fome of the best Greek epigrams . WARTON- Illic 120 No charge I gave you , and no charge 14 SAPPHO PHAONI.
... with words of three or more fyllables ; which certainly gives a variety to the numbers , and is frequently done in fome of the best Greek epigrams . WARTON- Illic 120 No charge I gave you , and no charge 14 SAPPHO PHAONI.
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... give , But this , Be mindful of our loves , and live . Now by the Nine , those pow'rs ador'd by me , And Love , the God that ever waits on thee , When first I heard ( from whom I hardly knew ) That you were fled , and all my joys with ...
... give , But this , Be mindful of our loves , and live . Now by the Nine , those pow'rs ador'd by me , And Love , the God that ever waits on thee , When first I heard ( from whom I hardly knew ) That you were fled , and all my joys with ...
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... gives what abfence takes away , And , drefs'd in all its vifionary charms , Reftores my fair deferter to my arms ... give , and take : Then fiercer joys , I blush to mention these , Yet , while I blush , confefs how much they please ...
... gives what abfence takes away , And , drefs'd in all its vifionary charms , Reftores my fair deferter to my arms ... give , and take : Then fiercer joys , I blush to mention these , Yet , while I blush , confefs how much they please ...
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Página 44 - Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence., and a dread repose: Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Página 423 - 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 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 336 - 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...
Página 433 - 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 42 - In these lone walls (their days eternal bound) These moss-grown domes with spiry turrets crown'd, Where awful arches make a noon-day night, And the dim windows shed a solemn light ; Thy eyes diffus'da reconciling ray, And gleams of glory brighten'd all the day. But now no face divine contentment wears, 'Tis all blank sadness, or continual tears. See how the force of others...
Página 39 - Oh! happy state! when souls each other draw, When love is liberty, and nature law...
Página 50 - Stain all my foul, and wanton in my eyes ! I wafte the Matin lamp in fighs for thee, Thy image fteals between my God and me, Thy voice I feem in ev'ry hymn to hear , With ev'ry bead I drop too foft a tear.
Página 409 - The scourge of pride, tho' sanctify'd or great, Of fops in learning, and of knaves in state; Yet soft his nature, tho' severe his lay, His anger moral, and his wisdom gay. Blest satyrist! who touch'd the mean so true, As show'd, vice had his hate and pity too. Blest courtier! who could king and country please, Yet sacred keep his friendship, and his Ease. Blest peer! his great forefathers...