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, Nide 21806 |
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Sivu 23
... fhall be plac❜d below , " Here fhe who fung , to him that did inspire , 66 Sappho to Phoebus confecrates her Lyre ; 212 215 " What fuits with Sappho , Phoebus , fuits with thee ; " The gift , the giver , and the God agree . " But why ...
... fhall be plac❜d below , " Here fhe who fung , to him that did inspire , 66 Sappho to Phoebus confecrates her Lyre ; 212 215 " What fuits with Sappho , Phoebus , fuits with thee ; " The gift , the giver , and the God agree . " But why ...
Sivu 25
... fhall ring , No more these hands fhall touch the trembling string : My Phaon's fled , and I thofe arts refign ( Wretch that I am , to call that Phaon mine ! ) Return , fair youth , return , and bring along Joy to my foul , and vigour to ...
... fhall ring , No more these hands fhall touch the trembling string : My Phaon's fled , and I thofe arts refign ( Wretch that I am , to call that Phaon mine ! ) Return , fair youth , return , and bring along Joy to my foul , and vigour to ...
Sivu 27
... fhall spread the fwelling fails . If you will fly- ( yet ah ! what cause can be , Too cruel youth , that you should fly from me ? ) If not from Phaon I must hope for ease , Ah let me feek it from the raging feas : To raging feas unpity ...
... fhall spread the fwelling fails . If you will fly- ( yet ah ! what cause can be , Too cruel youth , that you should fly from me ? ) If not from Phaon I must hope for ease , Ah let me feek it from the raging feas : To raging feas unpity ...
Sivu 29
... fhall spread the fwelling fail ; " whereas in Ovid , Cupid appears before us in the very act of guid- ing , the veffel feated as the pilot , and with his tender HAND , ( te- nerá manu ) contracting , or letting flow , the fail . I need ...
... fhall spread the fwelling fail ; " whereas in Ovid , Cupid appears before us in the very act of guid- ing , the veffel feated as the pilot , and with his tender HAND , ( te- nerá manu ) contracting , or letting flow , the fail . I need ...
Sivu 31
... fhall juftify this truth . But well I weet , thy cruel wrong , Adorns a nobler Poet's fong : Dan Pope , for thy misfortune griev'd , With kind concern and fkill has weav'd A filken web ; and ne'er fhall fade Its colours ; gently has he ...
... fhall juftify this truth . But well I weet , thy cruel wrong , Adorns a nobler Poet's fong : Dan Pope , for thy misfortune griev'd , With kind concern and fkill has weav'd A filken web ; and ne'er fhall fade Its colours ; gently has he ...
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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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Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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...
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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...
Sivu 100 - world, nor in broad rumour lies, ^But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes, And perfect...
Sivu 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!
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.