The Works of Alexander Pope, المجلد 2J.F. Dove, St. John's Square, 1822 |
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... of Ovid , and the judgment and nature of Euripides and Sophocles . If the character of Medea was not better supported in the Tra- Ver . 2. The force of Protinus is lost in the translation . SAPPHO TO PHAON . SAY , lovely youth , that.
... of Ovid , and the judgment and nature of Euripides and Sophocles . If the character of Medea was not better supported in the Tra- Ver . 2. The force of Protinus is lost in the translation . SAPPHO TO PHAON . SAY , lovely youth , that.
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... 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 , and of which Quin- tilian speaks so highly , than it is in her epistle ...
... 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 , and of which Quin- tilian speaks so highly , than it is in her epistle ...
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... lost in only thine . Ah youth ungrateful to a flame like mine ! Whom would not all those blooming charms surprise , Those heav'nly looks , and dear deluding eyes ? The harp and bow would you like Phœbus bear , A brighter Phoebus Phaon ...
... lost in only thine . Ah youth ungrateful to a flame like mine ! Whom would not all those blooming charms surprise , Those heav'nly looks , and dear deluding eyes ? The harp and bow would you like Phœbus bear , A brighter Phoebus Phaon ...
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... lost ; Nor be with all those tempting words abus'd , Those tempting words were all to Sappho us'd . And you that rule Sicilia's happy plains , Have pity , Venus , on your Poet's pains ! Shall fortune still in one sad tenor run , And ...
... lost ; Nor be with all those tempting words abus'd , Those tempting words were all to Sappho us'd . And you that rule Sicilia's happy plains , Have pity , Venus , on your Poet's pains ! Shall fortune still in one sad tenor run , And ...
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... lost in tears ! The less my sense , the more my love appears . appears . 110 Sure ' twas not much to bid one kind adieu ( At least to feign was never hard to you ) , Farewell , my Lesbian love , you might have said ; Or coldly thus ...
... lost in tears ! The less my sense , the more my love appears . appears . 110 Sure ' twas not much to bid one kind adieu ( At least to feign was never hard to you ) , Farewell , my Lesbian love , you might have said ; Or coldly thus ...
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الصفحة 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
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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!
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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:
الصفحة 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,
الصفحة 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,
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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
الصفحة 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