The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Sappho to Phaon. Eloisa to Abelard. The temple of fame. January and May. The wife of Bath. The first book of Statius's Thebais. The fable of Dryope. Vertumnus and Pomona. Imitations [of English poets] Miscellanies. EpitaphsJ. Johnson, 1806 |
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... poetic feeling ; and I infert as a fpecimen , a defcrip- tion which has great merit both in painting and verfification : As in September , when our year refigns The glorious Sun to the cold watery figns , ( Which thro ' the clouds ...
... poetic feeling ; and I infert as a fpecimen , a defcrip- tion which has great merit both in painting and verfification : As in September , when our year refigns The glorious Sun to the cold watery figns , ( Which thro ' the clouds ...
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... Poet's pains ! Shall fortune ftill in one fad tenor run , And still increase the woes fo foon begun ? Inur'd to forrow from my tender years , 70 My parent's ashes drank my early tears ; 75 80 85 My brother next , neglecting wealth and ...
... Poet's pains ! Shall fortune ftill in one fad tenor run , And still increase the woes fo foon begun ? Inur'd to forrow from my tender years , 70 My parent's ashes drank my early tears ; 75 80 85 My brother next , neglecting wealth and ...
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... poet's flame expires ; But ah ! how fiercely burn the Lover's fires ? 236 240 Gods ! can no pray'rs , no fighs , no numbers move One favage heart , or teach it how to love ? 245 The winds my pray'rs , my fighs , my numbers bear , The ...
... poet's flame expires ; But ah ! how fiercely burn the Lover's fires ? 236 240 Gods ! can no pray'rs , no fighs , no numbers move One favage heart , or teach it how to love ? 245 The winds my pray'rs , my fighs , my numbers bear , The ...
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... poet , Dryden himself tranflated but fix . We can now boast of happy translations in verse of almost all the great poets of anti- quity , whilft the French have been poorly contented with only profe translations of Homer and Horace ...
... poet , Dryden himself tranflated but fix . We can now boast of happy translations in verse of almost all the great poets of anti- quity , whilft the French have been poorly contented with only profe translations of Homer and Horace ...
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Page 39 - Oh! happy state! when souls each other draw, When love is liberty, and nature law...
Page 78 - As when a shepherd of the Hebrid Isles*, Placed far amid the melancholy main, (Whether it be lone fancy him beguiles ; Or that aerial beings sometimes deign To stand embodied, to our senses plain) Sees on the naked hill, or valley low, The whilst in ocean Phoebus dips his wain, A vast assembly moving to and fro: Then all at once in air dissolves the wondrous show.
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 422 - Kneller, by Heaven, and not a master taught, Whose art was nature, and whose pictures thought ; Now for two ages, having snatch'd from fate Whate'er was beauteous, or whate'er was great, Lies crown'd with Princes' honours, Poets' lays, Due to his merit, and brave thirst of praise.
Page 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.
Page 41 - Still on that breast enamour'd let me lie, Still drink delicious poison from thy eye, Pant on thy lip, and to thy heart be press'd; Give all thou canst — and let me dream the rest.
Page 100 - world, nor in broad rumour lies, ^But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes, And...
Page 48 - I say : I stretch my empty arms ; it glides away. To dream once more I close my willing eyes ; Ye soft illusions, dear deceits, arise ! 240 Alas, no more! methinks we wand'ring go Thro...
Page 49 - Stain all my soul, and wanton in my eyes. I waste the Matin lamp in sighs for thee, Thy image steals between my God and me, Thy voice I seem in...