The works of Alexander Pope. Containing the principal notes of drs. Warburton and Warton [&c.]. To which are added, some original letters, with additional observations, and memoirs, by W.L. Bowles, Band 21806 |
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... fatire on the Myftics and Quietifts in the 12th Epistle of Boi- leau Sur l'Amour de Dieu , and in his 10th Satire . WARTON . VER . 218. Wings of Seraphs ] A late poet , ( T. Warton , ) fpeaking of a Hermit at his evening prayers , fays ...
... fatire on the Myftics and Quietifts in the 12th Epistle of Boi- leau Sur l'Amour de Dieu , and in his 10th Satire . WARTON . VER . 218. Wings of Seraphs ] A late poet , ( T. Warton , ) fpeaking of a Hermit at his evening prayers , fays ...
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... fatire and humour in thefe requests and rewards , and in the difgraces and honours which are indifcriminately distributed by the queen , without difcernment and by chance . The poet then enters the house or labyrinth of Rumour . It was ...
... fatire and humour in thefe requests and rewards , and in the difgraces and honours which are indifcriminately distributed by the queen , without difcernment and by chance . The poet then enters the house or labyrinth of Rumour . It was ...
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... Pope , by this very felection , fhewed the bent of his mind - that it was rather turned to fatire and ridicule , than to the more elevated ftrains of poetry . THE FIRST BOOK OF STATIUS's THEBAIS . TRANSLATED IN THE 176 THE WIFE OF BATH .
... Pope , by this very felection , fhewed the bent of his mind - that it was rather turned to fatire and ridicule , than to the more elevated ftrains of poetry . THE FIRST BOOK OF STATIUS's THEBAIS . TRANSLATED IN THE 176 THE WIFE OF BATH .
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... fatire on him in these well- known lines , which have been commonly interpreted as a pane . gyric : " Curritur ad vocem jucundam et carmen amicæ Thebaidos , lætam fecit cum Statius urbem , Promifitque diem ; tanta dulcedine captos ...
... fatire on him in these well- known lines , which have been commonly interpreted as a pane . gyric : " Curritur ad vocem jucundam et carmen amicæ Thebaidos , lætam fecit cum Statius urbem , Promifitque diem ; tanta dulcedine captos ...
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... fatire is concealed under these topics of commiferation . " If farcafms were intended upon fuch an occafion , they were as ill - timed as they were cruel . I perceive nothing bitter , but a good - humoured fmile , on poor Dennis's ...
... fatire is concealed under these topics of commiferation . " If farcafms were intended upon fuch an occafion , they were as ill - timed as they were cruel . I perceive nothing bitter , but a good - humoured fmile , on poor Dennis's ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Abelard Argos beauty beſt bleft breaſt charms Chaucer defcription defign Dryope Dunciad eaſe Epiftle Eteocles Ev'n ev'ry expreffion eyes facred faid fair fame fate fatire fays feems feen fhade fhall fhine fide figh filent fince firſt flain flames foft fome foul ftill fubject fuch fure grace hæc heart heav'n himſelf honour houſe huſband IMITATIONS joys juſt Lady laft laſt lefs loft Lord 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 Polynices Pope Pope's pow'r praiſe prefent quæ reaſon reft reſt rife Sappho ſay ſcene ſeem ſhall ſhe ſhould ſkies ſome ſpread ſtate Statius ſtill ſuch taſte tears Thebes thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand tibi tranflation Twas Tydeus uſe verfe verſes Vertumnus WARTON whofe whoſe wife youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 417 - 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 418 - Of manners gentle, of affections mild ; In wit, a man ; simplicity, a child ; With native humour temp'ring virtuous rage, Form'd to delight at once and lash the age ; Above temptation, in a low estate ; And uncorrupted...
Seite 44 - Sad proof how well a lover can obey ! Death, only death, can break the lasting chain ; And here ev'n then, shall my cold dust remain, Here all its frailties, all its flames resign, And wait, till 'tis no sin to mix with thine.
Seite 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...
Seite 100 - world, nor in broad rumour lies, ^But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes, And perfect...
Seite 39 - em all: Not Caesar's empress would I deign to prove; No, make me mistress to the man I love; If there be yet another name more free, More fond than mistress, make me that to thee!
Seite 333 - ... twixt reading and Bohea, 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; Divert her eyes with pictures in the fire, Hum half a tune, tell stories to the squire; Up to her godly garret after sev'n, There starve and pray, for that's the way to heav'n.
Seite 427 - 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.
Seite 33 - Contemplation dwells, And ever-musing Melancholy reigns, What means this tumult in a vestal's veins ? Why rove my thoughts beyond this last retreat ? Why feels my heart its long-forgotten heat ? Yet, yet I love ! — From Abelard it came, And Eloi'sa yet must kiss the name.