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 5
... foul a charm in music finds ; Music has charms alone for peaceful minds . Soft scenes of folitude no more can please , Love enters there , and I'm my own disease . No more the Lesbian dames my passion move , Once the dear objects of my ...
... foul a charm in music finds ; Music has charms alone for peaceful minds . Soft scenes of folitude no more can please , Love enters there , and I'm my own disease . No more the Lesbian dames my passion move , Once the dear objects of my ...
Sivu 9
... foul inflame ; Why was I born , ye Gods , a Lesbian dame ? But ah ! beware , Sicilian nymphs ! nor boast That wand'ring heart which I so lately loft ; Nor be with all those tempting words abus'd , Those tempting words were all to Sappho ...
... foul inflame ; Why was I born , ye Gods , a Lesbian dame ? But ah ! beware , Sicilian nymphs ! nor boast That wand'ring heart which I so lately loft ; Nor be with all those tempting words abus'd , Those tempting words were all to Sappho ...
Sivu 11
... , My yielding heart keeps measure to my strains . By charms like thine which all my foul have won , Who might not - ah ! who would not be undone ? For Hunc ne pro Cephalo raperes , Aurora , timebam : SAPPHO TO PHAON . II.
... , My yielding heart keeps measure to my strains . By charms like thine which all my foul have won , Who might not - ah ! who would not be undone ? For Hunc ne pro Cephalo raperes , Aurora , timebam : SAPPHO TO PHAON . II.
Sivu 25
... foul , and vigour to my fong : Absent from thee , the poet's flame expires ; But ah ! how fiercely burn the Lover's fires ? Gods ! can no pray'rs , no fighs , no numbers move One favage heart , or teach it how to love ? The winds my ...
... foul , and vigour to my fong : Absent from thee , the poet's flame expires ; But ah ! how fiercely burn the Lover's fires ? Gods ! can no pray'rs , no fighs , no numbers move One favage heart , or teach it how to love ? The winds my ...
Sivu 36
... foul , and faithful to its fires , The virgin's wish without her feårs impart , Excuse the blush , and pour out all the heart , Speed the foft intercourse from foul to foul , And waft a figh from Indus to the Pole . 55 Thou know'st how ...
... foul , and faithful to its fires , The virgin's wish without her feårs impart , Excuse the blush , and pour out all the heart , Speed the foft intercourse from foul to foul , And waft a figh from Indus to the Pole . 55 Thou know'st how ...
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Abelard almoſt alſo beauty beſt bleſt caſt cauſe charms Chaucer cloſe Craggs dear deſcription deſign Dryope Dunciad Epiſtle eſt Eteocles Ev'n ev'ry eyes faid fair fame fate fatire fide figh filent firſt flame foft fome foul fuch fure grace hæc heart heav'n honour houſe IMITATIONS juſt Lady laſt leſs Lord lov'd mihi moſt Muſe muſt night NOTES numbers o'er obſerves Ovid paſs paſſage paſſion paſt Petrarch Phaon Phœbus pleaſe pleaſure poem poet Pope Pope's pow'r praiſe preſent quæ rage reaſon reſt rife riſe ſaid ſame Sappho ſays ſcarce ſcene ſeems ſeen ſeveral ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhew ſhine ſhone ſhort ſhould ſkies ſky ſome ſpeak ſpirit ſpread ſtand ſtate Statius ſtill ſtood ſtory ſtriking ſtyle ſubject ſuch ſweet taſte tears Thebes thee theſe thoſe thou tibi tranſlated Twas uſe verſe Vertumnus WARTON whoſe wife wiſh
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Sivu 407 - 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 408 - 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 327 - ... 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 417 - 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.