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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... please , Love enters there , and I'm my own disease . No more the Lesbian dames my paffion move ,. Once the dear objects of my guilty love ; NOTES . 15 VER . 17. No more ] Grofs as thefe allufions are , the images of the original are ...
... please , Love enters there , and I'm my own disease . No more the Lesbian dames my paffion move ,. Once the dear objects of my guilty love ; NOTES . 15 VER . 17. No more ] Grofs as thefe allufions are , the images of the original are ...
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... please ! Cupid's light darts my tender bofom move , Still is there caufe for Sappho ftill to love ; So from my birth the Sifters fix'd my doom , And gave to Venus all my life to come ; Or , while my Mufe in melting notes complains , My ...
... please ! Cupid's light darts my tender bofom move , Still is there caufe for Sappho ftill to love ; So from my birth the Sifters fix'd my doom , And gave to Venus all my life to come ; Or , while my Mufe in melting notes complains , My ...
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... please . But when , with day , the sweet delufions fly , And all things wake to life and joy , but I , As if once more forfaken , I complain , And close my eyes to dream of you again : Then frantic rife , and like fome Fury rove Through ...
... please . But when , with day , the sweet delufions fly , And all things wake to life and joy , but I , As if once more forfaken , I complain , And close my eyes to dream of you again : Then frantic rife , and like fome Fury rove Through ...
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... please mankind , 299 With ftudies pale , with midnight vigils blind ; But IMITATIONS . VER . 294. Some fhe difgrac'd , & c . ] " And fome of them she granted fone , " And fome fhe warned well and fair , " And fome fhe granted the ...
... please mankind , 299 With ftudies pale , with midnight vigils blind ; But IMITATIONS . VER . 294. Some fhe difgrac'd , & c . ] " And fome of them she granted fone , " And fome fhe warned well and fair , " And fome fhe granted the ...
الصفحة 101
... please , Slaves to yourselves , and ev'n fatigu'd with ease , Who lose a length of undeferving days , Would you ufurp the lover's dear - bought praise ? To just contempt , ye vain pretenders , fall , The people's fable , and the fcorn ...
... please , Slaves to yourselves , and ev'n fatigu'd with ease , Who lose a length of undeferving days , Would you ufurp the lover's dear - bought praise ? To just contempt , ye vain pretenders , fall , The people's fable , and the fcorn ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
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.