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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... turns of paffion to be dif- played . " How beautifully is this difplayed in Pope's Epistle to Abelard ! a poem that has another moft interefting circumftance , which Ovid appears , as well as our Drayton , to have neglected ; I mean the ...
... turns of paffion to be dif- played . " How beautifully is this difplayed in Pope's Epistle to Abelard ! a poem that has another moft interefting circumftance , which Ovid appears , as well as our Drayton , to have neglected ; I mean the ...
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... turn'd to heav'n , I weep my past offence , Now think of thee , and curfe my innocence . NOTES . Of VER . 177. Ah wretch ! ] From the Letters ; as alfo v . 133 ; and alfo v . 251 ; from the Letters . Epift . ii . p . 67. WARTON . VER ...
... turn'd to heav'n , I weep my past offence , Now think of thee , and curfe my innocence . NOTES . Of VER . 177. Ah wretch ! ] From the Letters ; as alfo v . 133 ; and alfo v . 251 ; from the Letters . Epift . ii . p . 67. WARTON . VER ...
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... turn my view ? The dear Ideas , where I fly , purfue , Rife in the grove , before the altar rise , Stain all my foul , and wanton in my eyes . NOTES . 255 260 265 I waste VER . 261. Ab hopeless , & c . ] The fame image used in Verfes to ...
... turn my view ? The dear Ideas , where I fly , purfue , Rife in the grove , before the altar rise , Stain all my foul , and wanton in my eyes . NOTES . 255 260 265 I waste VER . 261. Ab hopeless , & c . ] The fame image used in Verfes to ...
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... turn ; and from thefe it was that Petrarch took the idea of his poetry . We have his Trionfi in this kind ; and Boccace purfued in the fame track . Soon VOL . II . F Soon after Chaucer introduced it here , whofe Romaunt of [ 65 ]
... turn ; and from thefe it was that Petrarch took the idea of his poetry . We have his Trionfi in this kind ; and Boccace purfued in the fame track . Soon VOL . II . F Soon after Chaucer introduced it here , whofe Romaunt of [ 65 ]
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... turn he has given to many of them . Witnefs the prophecy of Nereus , the animated fpeech of Juno , the fpeeches of Regulus , and of Europa and her father , and of one of the daughters of Danaus ; as also of the boy feized by the witches ...
... turn he has given to many of them . Witnefs the prophecy of Nereus , the animated fpeech of Juno , the fpeeches of Regulus , and of Europa and her father , and of one of the daughters of Danaus ; as also of the boy feized by the witches ...
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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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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...