The Works of Alexander Pope, Band 2J.F. Dove, St. John's Square, 1822 |
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... hand ? Must then her name the wretched 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 ...
... hand ? Must then her name the wretched 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 ...
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... hand the sparkling diamonds glow ; No more my locks in ringlets curl'd diffuse The costly sweetness of Arabian dews , 65 70 75 80 Nor braids of gold the varied tresses bind , That fly disorder'd with the wanton wind : For whom should ...
... hand the sparkling diamonds glow ; No more my locks in ringlets curl'd diffuse The costly sweetness of Arabian dews , 65 70 75 80 Nor braids of gold the varied tresses bind , That fly disorder'd with the wanton wind : For whom should ...
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... hand , threw herself from the rock with such intrepidity , as was never before observed in any who had attempted that very dangerous leap ; from whence she never rose again , but was said to be changed into a swan as she fell , and was ...
... hand , threw herself from the rock with such intrepidity , as was never before observed in any who had attempted that very dangerous leap ; from whence she never rose again , but was said to be changed into a swan as she fell , and was ...
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... solitudes ] These very beautiful lines ap- pear truly to Lord Kaimes to be faulty and exceptionable , on ac- count of the pause that intervenes between the verb and the con- sequent substantive . O write it not , my hand - the name.
... solitudes ] These very beautiful lines ap- pear truly to Lord Kaimes to be faulty and exceptionable , on ac- count of the pause that intervenes between the verb and the con- sequent substantive . O write it not , my hand - the name.
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Alexander Pope Joseph Warton. O write it not , my hand - the name appears Already written - wash it out , my tears ! In vain lost Eloïsa weeps and prays , Her heart still dictates , and her hand obeys . 15 Relentless walls ! whose ...
Alexander Pope Joseph Warton. O write it not , my hand - the name appears Already written - wash it out , my tears ! In vain lost Eloïsa weeps and prays , Her heart still dictates , and her hand obeys . 15 Relentless walls ! whose ...
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Seite 354 - VIXIT TITULIS ET INVIDIA MAJOR ANNOS, HEU PAUCOS, XXXV. OB. FEB. XIV. MDCCXX. Statesman, yet Friend to Truth! of Soul sincere, In Action faithful, and in Honour clear! Who broke no Promise, serv'd no private End, Who gain'd no Title, and who lost no Friend, Ennobled by Himself, by All approv'd, Prais'd, wept, and honour'd, by the Muse he lov'd. THE
Seite 35 - let the pealing organ blow In the full-voic'd quire below ; In service high and anthem clear, As may with sweetness through mine ear Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all heav'n before mine eyes.
Seite 356 - to this fair Urn we trust. And sacred, place by DRYDEN'S awful dust: Beneath a rude and nameless stone he lies, To which thy Tomb shall guide inquiring eyes. Peace to thy gentle shade, and endless rest! Blest in thy Genius, in thy Love too blest!
Seite 351 - Vice had his hate and pity too. Blest Courtier! who could King and country please, Yet sacred keep his Friendships, and his Ease. Blest Peer! his great Forefathers ev'ry grace Reflecting, and reflected in his Race ; Where other BUCKHURSTS, other DORSETS shine, And Patriots still, or Poets, deck the line. NOTES.
Seite 27 - heat? Yet, yet I love !—From Abelard it came, And Elo'isa yet must kiss the name. Dear fatal name ! rest ever unreveal'd, Nor pass these lips in holy silence seal'd; 10 Hide it, my heart, within that close disguise, Where mixd with God's, his lov'd idea lies:
Seite 92 - me live, or die unknown: Oh ! grant an honest fame, or grant me none ! " THIS poem contains great strokes of Gothic imagination, yet bordering often on the most ideal and capricious extravagance. The poet, in a vision, sees a temple of glass; ' In which were more images Of gold stondinge in sundrie stages,
Seite 191 - Corinth's pleasing site surveys. Twas now the time when Phoebus yields to night, And rising Cynthia sheds her silver light, 475 Wide o'er the world in solemn pomp she drew, Her airy chariot hung with pearly dew ; All birds and beasts lie hush'd ; sleep steals away The wild desires of men, and toils of day,
Seite 40 - more I hear, no more I view, 235 The phantom flies me, as unkind as you, I call aloud; it hears not what I say : I stretch my empty arms ; it glides away. To dream once more I close my willing eyes ; Ye soft illusions, dear deceits, arise ; 240 NOTES.
Seite 17 - But when from hence he plung'd into the main, Deucalion scorn'd, and Pyrrha lov'd in vain. Haste, Sappho, haste, from high Leucadia throw Thy wretched weight, nor dread the deeps below !" She spoke, and vanish'd with the voice—I rise, And silent tears fall trickling from my eyes. 200 NOTES. Ver. 188. Leucadian
Seite 281 - more genius and imagination; the one excelled in beauty, the other in energy. Michael Angelo has more of the poetical inspiration, his ideas are vast and sublime, his people are a superior order of beings; there is nothing about them, nothing in the air of their actions, or their attitudes, or the style and cast