The Works of Alexander Pope, 2. köideJ.F. Dove, St. John's Square, 1822 |
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... never be spun too long , or too much clogged with trivial circumstances or little particularities . We find an uncommon charm in truth , when it is conveyed by this sideway to our understanding ; and it is observable , that even in the ...
... never be spun too long , or too much clogged with trivial circumstances or little particularities . We find an uncommon charm in truth , when it is conveyed by this sideway to our understanding ; and it is observable , that even in the ...
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... never be discovered . Ver . 122. Runic characters ] The Gothic mythology , by being more nobly wild , is more affecting to the imagination than the classical . The magicians of Ariosto , Tasso , and Spenser , have more powerful spells ...
... never be discovered . Ver . 122. Runic characters ] The Gothic mythology , by being more nobly wild , is more affecting to the imagination than the classical . The magicians of Ariosto , Tasso , and Spenser , have more powerful spells ...
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... never knew , Astonish'd grasps at things beyond her view , Nor by another's fate submits to be confin'd . " He told me himself that the last line alluded to the Leonidas of Glover . Ver . 172. He whom ungrateful Athens , & c ...
... never knew , Astonish'd grasps at things beyond her view , Nor by another's fate submits to be confin'd . " He told me himself that the last line alluded to the Leonidas of Glover . Ver . 172. He whom ungrateful Athens , & c ...
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... never endangers himself by soaring on high , or aiming at eminence , but still goes on in the same quiet , uniform , Ver . 196. & c . ] IMITATIONS . " There saw I stand on a pillere That was of tinned iron cleere , The Latin Poet ...
... never endangers himself by soaring on high , or aiming at eminence , but still goes on in the same quiet , uniform , Ver . 196. & c . ] IMITATIONS . " There saw I stand on a pillere That was of tinned iron cleere , The Latin Poet ...
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... never more it still stent- And eke this house hath of entrees As many as leaves are on trees In summer , when they ben grene ; And in the roof yet men may sene Before my view appear'd a structure fair , Its site 92 THE TEMPLE OF FAME .
... never more it still stent- And eke this house hath of entrees As many as leaves are on trees In summer , when they ben grene ; And in the roof yet men may sene Before my view appear'd a structure fair , Its site 92 THE TEMPLE OF FAME .
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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 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 376 - 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 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.
Page 294 - Michael Angelo's works have a strong, peculiar, and marked character: they seem to proceed from his own mind entirely, and that mind so rich and abundant, that he never needed, or seemed to disdain, to look abroad for foreign help. Raphael's materials are generally borrowed, though the noble structure is his own.
Page 375 - 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 146 - Or else she dances with becoming grace, Or shape excuses the defects of face. There swims no goose so gray, but soon or late She finds some honest gander for her mate.