The Works of Alexander Pope, 2. köideJ. F. Dove, St. John's Square, 1822 |
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... writer must chiefly appear , by opening the complaint of the person introduced , just at such a period of time , as will give occasion for the most tender senti- ments , and the most sudden and violent turns of passion to be displayed ...
... writer must chiefly appear , by opening the complaint of the person introduced , just at such a period of time , as will give occasion for the most tender senti- ments , and the most sudden and violent turns of passion to be displayed ...
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... writer prove , To thy remembrance lost , as to thy love ? Ask not the cause that I new numbers choose , The Lute neglected , and the Lyric muse ; 5 NOTES . gedy which Ovid is said to have produced , and of which Quin- tilian speaks so ...
... writer prove , To thy remembrance lost , as to thy love ? Ask not the cause that I new numbers choose , The Lute neglected , and the Lyric muse ; 5 NOTES . gedy which Ovid is said to have produced , and of which Quin- tilian speaks so ...
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... writer . The very best life of ¯sop is also by Mezeriac ; a book so scarce , that neither Bentley nor Bayle had seen it when they first wrote on Esop . It was reprinted in the Memoires de Literature of M. De Sattengre 1717 , t . i . p ...
... writer . The very best life of ¯sop is also by Mezeriac ; a book so scarce , that neither Bentley nor Bayle had seen it when they first wrote on Esop . It was reprinted in the Memoires de Literature of M. De Sattengre 1717 , t . i . p ...
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... writers , and even by Fontanini , Crescembini , and Muratori , is brought forward , and related at large in the third volume ( p . 507 ) of the very entertaining Memoirs of the Life of Petrarch . In the year 1363 , Boccace , driven from ...
... writers , and even by Fontanini , Crescembini , and Muratori , is brought forward , and related at large in the third volume ( p . 507 ) of the very entertaining Memoirs of the Life of Petrarch . In the year 1363 , Boccace , driven from ...
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... writer as Pope into such specious and false refinements of style . For the same reason the oppo- IMITATIONS . Ver . 41. Nor was the work impair'd , & c . ] " Tho ' gan I in myne harte cast , That they were molte away for heate , And not ...
... writer as Pope into such specious and false refinements of style . For the same reason the oppo- IMITATIONS . Ver . 41. Nor was the work impair'd , & c . ] " Tho ' gan I in myne harte cast , That they were molte away for heate , And not ...
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Page 36 - The darksome pines, that o'er yon rocks reclin'd, Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wandering streams that shine between the hills, The grots that echo to the tinkling rills, The dying gales that pant upon the trees, The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze ; No more these scenes my meditation aid, Or lull to rest the visionary maid...
Page 89 - Then came the smallest tribe I yet had seen, Plain was their dress, and modest was their mien. Great idol of mankind ! we neither claim The praise of merit, nor aspire to fame ! But safe in deserts from th...
Page 30 - Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid, Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid; They live, they speak, they breathe what love inspires, Warm from the soul, and faithful to its fires, The virgin's wish without her fears impart, 55 Excuse the blush, and pour out all the heart, Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.
Page 42 - Ah come not, write not, think not once of me, Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee. Thy oaths I quit, thy memory resign; Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine. Fair eyes, and tempting looks (which yet I view!) Long lov'd, ador'd ideas!
Page 289 - The lust of lucre, and the dread of death. In vain to deserts thy retreat is made; The Muse attends thee to thy silent shade: 'Tis hers, the brave man's latest steps to trace, Rejudge his acts, and dignify disgrace. 30 When int'rest calls off all her sneaking train And all th...
Page 378 - Unblam'd through life, lamented in thy end. These are thy honours; not that here thy bust Is mix'd with heroes, or with kings thy dust; But that the Worthy and the Good shall say, Striking their pensive bosoms — Here lies GAY.
Page 32 - Some emanation of th' all-beauteous Mind. Those smiling eyes, attemp'ring every ray, Shone sweetly lambent with celestial day. Guiltless I gaz'd; heav'n listen'd while you sung; And truths divine came mended from that tongue. From lips like those what precept fail'd to move? Too soon they taught me 'twas no sin to love: Back through the paths of pleasing sense I ran, Nor wish'd an Angel whom I lov'da Man.
Page 32 - 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!
Page 377 - 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 35 - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow To the full-voiced quire below In service high and anthems clear As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.