The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq., in Verse and Prose: Containing the Principal Notes of Drs. Warburton and Warton, 2. köideJ. Johnson, 1806 |
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... fair Summer , that too foon is gone , Or fad for Winter , too faft coming on . Lord Hervey's Epiftles are fcarcely worth mentioning . The Italians have a Writer of Heroical Epiftles , according to War- ton , Antonio Bruni . I have not ...
... fair Summer , that too foon is gone , Or fad for Winter , too faft coming on . Lord Hervey's Epiftles are fcarcely worth mentioning . The Italians have a Writer of Heroical Epiftles , according to War- ton , Antonio Bruni . I have not ...
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... fair Sicilians now thy foul inflame ; Why was I born , ye Gods , a Lesbian dame ? But ah ! beware , Sicilian nymphs ! nor boast That wand'ring heart which I fo lately lost ; Nor be with all thofe tempting words abus'd , Those tempting ...
... fair Sicilians now thy foul inflame ; Why was I born , ye Gods , a Lesbian dame ? But ah ! beware , Sicilian nymphs ! nor boast That wand'ring heart which I fo lately lost ; Nor be with all thofe tempting words abus'd , Those tempting ...
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... fair deferter to my arms ! 150 155 Then round your neck in wanton wreath I twine , Then you , methinks , as fondly circle mine : A thousand tender words I hear and speak ; A thousand melting kiffes give , and take : Then fiercer joys ...
... fair deferter to my arms ! 150 155 Then round your neck in wanton wreath I twine , Then you , methinks , as fondly circle mine : A thousand tender words I hear and speak ; A thousand melting kiffes give , and take : Then fiercer joys ...
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... fair Leucadian main ; NOTES . " There VER . 188. Leucadian main ; ] Addison , with his usual exquifite humour , has given , in the 233d Spectator , an account of the per- fons , male and female , who leaped from the promontory of ...
... fair Leucadian main ; NOTES . " There VER . 188. Leucadian main ; ] Addison , with his usual exquifite humour , has given , in the 233d Spectator , an account of the per- fons , male and female , who leaped from the promontory of ...
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... fair youth , return , and bring along Joy to my foul , and vigour to my song : Absent from thee , the poet's flame expires ; But ah ! how fiercely burn the Lover's fires ? 236 240 245 Gods ! can no pray'rs , no fighs , no numbers move ...
... fair youth , return , and bring along Joy to my foul , and vigour to my song : Absent from thee , the poet's flame expires ; But ah ! how fiercely burn the Lover's fires ? 236 240 245 Gods ! can no pray'rs , no fighs , no numbers move ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
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 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 39 - Oh! happy state! when souls each other draw, When love is liberty, and nature law...
Page 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.
Page 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...