The Works of Alexander Pope, Band 2J.F. Dove, St. John's Square, 1822 |
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... late my griefs increas'd , And all a mother's cares distract my breast . Alas , what more could fate itself impose , But thee , the last and greatest of my woes ? No more my robes in waving purple flow , Nor on my hand the sparkling ...
... late my griefs increas'd , And all a mother's cares distract my breast . Alas , what more could fate itself impose , But thee , the last and greatest of my woes ? No more my robes in waving purple flow , Nor on my hand the sparkling ...
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... late poet , speaking of a Hermit at his evening prayers , says beautifully : Then , as my taper waxes dim , Chant ere I sleep my measur'd hymn ; And , at the close , the gleams behold , Of parting wings bedropt with gold . Ver . 219 ...
... late poet , speaking of a Hermit at his evening prayers , says beautifully : Then , as my taper waxes dim , Chant ere I sleep my measur'd hymn ; And , at the close , the gleams behold , Of parting wings bedropt with gold . Ver . 219 ...
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... late abbess of Paraclete , re- quested an inscription from the Parisian Academy of Belles Let- tres in the year 1766 for the tomb of these celebrated lovers , which has been since put up by Madame de Roucy , her suc- cessor : Hic Sub ...
... late abbess of Paraclete , re- quested an inscription from the Parisian Academy of Belles Let- tres in the year 1766 for the tomb of these celebrated lovers , which has been since put up by Madame de Roucy , her suc- cessor : Hic Sub ...
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... late ) was in all times so far from being rejected by the best poets , that some of them have rather erred by insisting on it too closely , and carrying it too far ; and that to infer from thence that the allegory itself is vicious , is ...
... late ) was in all times so far from being rejected by the best poets , that some of them have rather erred by insisting on it too closely , and carrying it too far ; and that to infer from thence that the allegory itself is vicious , is ...
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... translation of the Teseide , pub- lished at Paris , M. D. CC . 1597 , in 12mo . The late Mr. Hans Stanley , who was as accurately skilled in modern as in ancient A train of phantoms in wild order rose , And 58 THE TEMPLE OF FAME .
... translation of the Teseide , pub- lished at Paris , M. D. CC . 1597 , in 12mo . The late Mr. Hans Stanley , who was as accurately skilled in modern as in ancient A train of phantoms in wild order rose , And 58 THE TEMPLE OF FAME .
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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