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, المجلد 21806 |
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... Father St. Romain , the officiating Prieft , walked with him round the whole demefne . The Abbefs , who was in her eighty - fecond year , defired to fee our Traveller , for she said she was his countrywoman , and allied to the extinct ...
... Father St. Romain , the officiating Prieft , walked with him round the whole demefne . The Abbefs , who was in her eighty - fecond year , defired to fee our Traveller , for she said she was his countrywoman , and allied to the extinct ...
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... father's stores Our fhrines irradiate , or emblaze the floors ; No filver faints , by dying mifers giv'n , Here brib'd the rage of ill - requited heav'n : 120 125 130 135 NOTES . But VER . 133. You rais'd thefe hallow'd walls ; ] He ...
... father's stores Our fhrines irradiate , or emblaze the floors ; No filver faints , by dying mifers giv'n , Here brib'd the rage of ill - requited heav'n : 120 125 130 135 NOTES . But VER . 133. You rais'd thefe hallow'd walls ; ] He ...
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... father , brother , husband , friend ? Ah let thy handmaid , fifter , daughter , move , And all those tender names in one , thy love ! The darksome pines that o'er yon rocks reclin'd Wave high , and murmur to the hollow wind , 156 The ...
... father , brother , husband , friend ? Ah let thy handmaid , fifter , daughter , move , And all those tender names in one , thy love ! The darksome pines that o'er yon rocks reclin'd Wave high , and murmur to the hollow wind , 156 The ...
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... Father NOTES . feats of honour , are Homer , Virgil , Pindar , Horace , Aristotle , and Tully . It is obfervable that our author has omitted the great dramatic poets of Greece . Sophocles and Euripides deferved cer- tainly an honourable ...
... Father NOTES . feats of honour , are Homer , Virgil , Pindar , Horace , Aristotle , and Tully . It is obfervable that our author has omitted the great dramatic poets of Greece . Sophocles and Euripides deferved cer- tainly an honourable ...
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Alexander Pope William Lisle Bowles. Father of verfe ! in holy fillets drest , His filver beard wav'd gently o'er his breaft ; 185 Tho ' blind , a boldness in his looks appears ; In years he feem'd , but not impair'd by years . The wars ...
Alexander Pope William Lisle Bowles. Father of verfe ! in holy fillets drest , His filver beard wav'd gently o'er his breaft ; 185 Tho ' blind , a boldness in his looks appears ; In years he feem'd , but not impair'd by years . The wars ...
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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
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الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 100 - world, nor in broad rumour lies, ^But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes, And perfect...
الصفحة 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!
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.