The works of Alexander Pope, with notes and illustrations, by himself and others. To which are added, a new life of the author [&c.] by W. Roscoe, 3. köide1847 |
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... human flesh . Though the Hymns that remain are not the work of the real Orpheus , yet are they extremely ancient , certainly older than the Expedition of Xerxes against Greece . - Warlon . Thy stone , O Sisyphus , stands still , Ixion 6 ...
... human flesh . Though the Hymns that remain are not the work of the real Orpheus , yet are they extremely ancient , certainly older than the Expedition of Xerxes against Greece . - Warlon . Thy stone , O Sisyphus , stands still , Ixion 6 ...
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... human blood . War , horrid war , your thoughtful Walks invades , And steel now glitters in the Muses ' shades . ANTISTROPHE I. Oh heav'n - born sisters ! source of art ! Who charm the sense , or mend the heart ; Who lead fair Virtue's ...
... human blood . War , horrid war , your thoughtful Walks invades , And steel now glitters in the Muses ' shades . ANTISTROPHE I. Oh heav'n - born sisters ! source of art ! Who charm the sense , or mend the heart ; Who lead fair Virtue's ...
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... human ties , Spreads his light wings , and in a moment flies . Let wealth , let honour , wait the wedded dame , August her deed , and sacred be her fame ; Before true passion all those views remove ; 75 85 Fame , wealth , and honour ...
... human ties , Spreads his light wings , and in a moment flies . Let wealth , let honour , wait the wedded dame , August her deed , and sacred be her fame ; Before true passion all those views remove ; 75 85 Fame , wealth , and honour ...
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... human tear shall drop , and be forgiv'n . NOTES . 345 350 355 Ver . 343. May one kind grave ] This wish was fulfilled . The body of Abelard , who died twenty years before Eloisa , was sent to Eloisa , who interred it in the monastery of ...
... human tear shall drop , and be forgiv'n . NOTES . 345 350 355 Ver . 343. May one kind grave ] This wish was fulfilled . The body of Abelard , who died twenty years before Eloisa , was sent to Eloisa , who interred it in the monastery of ...
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... human shape he draws , What Plato thought , and godlike Cato was : No common object to your sight displays , But what with pleasure Heav'n itself surveys , A brave man struggling in the storms of fate , And greatly falling with a ...
... human shape he draws , What Plato thought , and godlike Cato was : No common object to your sight displays , But what with pleasure Heav'n itself surveys , A brave man struggling in the storms of fate , And greatly falling with a ...
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Page 59 - To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart, To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold...
Page 46 - Consider'd singly, or beheld too near, Which, but proportion'd to their light, or place, Due distance reconciles to form and grace. A prudent chief not always must display His pow'rs in equal ranks, and fair array, But with th' occasion and the place comply, Conceal his force, nay seem sometimes to fly.
Page 347 - Religion blushing veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine! Lo! thy dread empire, Chaos! is restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word; Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall, And universal Darkness buries all.
Page 6 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?
Page 317 - Show all his paces, not a step advance. With the same cement, ever sure to bind, We bring to one dead level every mind. Then take him to develop, if you can, And hew the block off, and get out the man. 270 But wherefore waste I words? I see advance Whore, pupil, and laced governor from France. Walker! our hat' nor more he deigned to say, But, stern as Ajax
Page 97 - Statesman \ yet friend to Truth! of soul sincere, ' In action faithful, and in honour clear ; 'Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, 'Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend ; 'Ennobled by himself, by all approv'd, 'And prais'd, unenvy'd, by the Muse he lov'd.
Page 268 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
Page 18 - How oft, when press'd to marriage, have I said, Curse on all laws but those which love has made! Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies, Let wealth, let honour, wait the wedded dame, August her deed, and sacred be her fame; Before true passion all those views remove, Fame, wealth, and honour! what are you to Love?
Page 6 - Hark! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Page 345 - Heav'n before, Shrinks to her second cause, and is no more. Physic of Metaphysic begs defence, And Metaphysic calls for aid on Sense! See Mystery to Mathematics fly! In vain! they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die, Religion blushing veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires.