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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... poetic feeling ; and I infert as a fpecimen , a defcrip- tion which has great merit both in painting and versification : As in September , when our year refigns The glorious Sun to the cold watery signs , ( Which thro ' the clouds ...
... poetic feeling ; and I infert as a fpecimen , a defcrip- tion which has great merit both in painting and versification : As in September , when our year refigns The glorious Sun to the cold watery signs , ( 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 , My parent's afhes drank my early tears ; My brother next , neglecting wealth and fame ...
... 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 , My parent's afhes drank my early tears ; My brother next , neglecting wealth and fame ...
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... 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 One favage heart , or teach it how to love ? The winds my pray'rs , my fighs , my numbers bear , The ...
... poet's flame expires ; But ah ! how fiercely burn the Lover's fires ? 236 240 245 Gods ! can no pray'rs , no fighs , no numbers move One favage heart , or teach it how to love ? The winds my pray'rs , my fighs , my numbers bear , The ...
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... poet , Dryden himself tranflated but fix . We can now boaft of happy translations in verse of almost all the great poets of anti- quity , whilft the French have been poorly contented with only profe tranflations of Homer and Horace ...
... poet , Dryden himself tranflated but fix . We can now boaft of happy translations in verse of almost all the great poets of anti- quity , whilft the French have been poorly contented with only profe tranflations of Homer and Horace ...
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... Poet's fong : Dan Pope , for thy misfortune griev'd , With kind concern and fkill has weav'd A filken web ; and ne'er fhall fade Its colours ; gently has he laid The mantle o'er thy fad diftrefs , And Venus fhall the texture blefs ...
... Poet's fong : Dan Pope , for thy misfortune griev'd , With kind concern and fkill has weav'd A filken web ; and ne'er fhall fade Its colours ; gently has he laid The mantle o'er thy fad diftrefs , And Venus fhall the texture blefs ...
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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...