The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq., in Verse and Prose: Containing the Principal Notes of Drs. Warburton and Warton, Nide 2J. Johnson, 1806 |
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Sivu 7
... thee . 30 The mufes teach me all their fofteft lays , And the wide world refounds with Sappho's praife . Tho ' great Alcæus more fublimely fings , And strikes with bolder rage the founding ftrings , No less renown attends the moving ...
... thee . 30 The mufes teach me all their fofteft lays , And the wide world refounds with Sappho's praife . Tho ' great Alcæus more fublimely fings , And strikes with bolder rage the founding ftrings , No less renown attends the moving ...
Sivu 11
... thee , the last and greatest of my woes ? No more my robes in waving purple flow , Nor on my hand the sparkling di'monds glow ; No more my locks in ringlets curl'd diffuse The coftly sweetness of Arabian dews , Nor braids of gold the ...
... thee , the last and greatest of my woes ? No more my robes in waving purple flow , Nor on my hand the sparkling di'monds glow ; No more my locks in ringlets curl'd diffuse The coftly sweetness of Arabian dews , Nor braids of gold the ...
Sivu 13
... thee to the fkies , But Mars on thee might look with Venus ' eyes . O fcarce a youth , yet scarce a tender boy ! O useful time for lovers to employ ! 100 Pride of thy age , and glory of thy race , 105 Come to these arms , and melt in ...
... thee to the fkies , But Mars on thee might look with Venus ' eyes . O fcarce a youth , yet scarce a tender boy ! O useful time for lovers to employ ! 100 Pride of thy age , and glory of thy race , 105 Come to these arms , and melt in ...
Sivu 19
... thee the fading trees appear to mourn , And birds defer their fongs till thy return : 170 Night fhades the groves , and all in filence lie , All but the mournful Philomel and I : With mournful Philomel I join my strain , Of Tereus fhe ...
... thee the fading trees appear to mourn , And birds defer their fongs till thy return : 170 Night fhades the groves , and all in filence lie , All but the mournful Philomel and I : With mournful Philomel I join my strain , Of Tereus fhe ...
Sivu 23
... thee ; " The gift , the giver , and the God agree . " But why , alas , relentless youth , ah why To distant Seas must tender Sappho fly ? Thy charms than those may far more pow'rful be , And Phoebus ' felf is lefs a God to me , 221 Ah ...
... thee ; " The gift , the giver , and the God agree . " But why , alas , relentless youth , ah why To distant Seas must tender Sappho fly ? Thy charms than those may far more pow'rful be , And Phoebus ' felf is lefs a God to me , 221 Ah ...
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beauty beſt bleft breaſt charms Chaucer cloſe defcription Dryope Dunciad eaſe Epiftle Eteocles Ev'n ev'ry expreffion eyes facred faid fair fame fate fatire fays feems feen feven fhade fhall fhining fhould fide figh filent fince firft firſt flain flame fleep fmiles foft fome foul ftill fubject fuch fure gentle grace hæc heart heav'n himſelf honour houſe huſband IMITATIONS juſt Lady laft laſt lefs loft Lord Lord Bolingbroke 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 Pope Pope's pow'r praiſe quæ refign reft rife Sappho ſay ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe Sir William Wyndham ſkies ſpread ſtate Statius ſtill tears Thebes thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand tibi tranflation Twas uſe verfe verſes Vertumnus WARTON whofe whoſe wife
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Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
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 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 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...
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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...
Sivu 39 - Oh! happy state! when souls each other draw, When love is liberty, and nature law...
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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...