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الصفحة xvi
The words , " says Hazlitt , “ are burning sighs breathed from the soul of love , "
but in reading them the consciousness of the poet ' s art dries up the fount of tears
. Whether the Latin Letters upon which Pope founded his epistle are authentic ...
The words , " says Hazlitt , “ are burning sighs breathed from the soul of love , "
but in reading them the consciousness of the poet ' s art dries up the fount of tears
. Whether the Latin Letters upon which Pope founded his epistle are authentic ...
الصفحة 41
RVICEHE said , and for her lost Galanthis sighs , * When the fair consort of her
son replies : Since you a servant ' s ravished form bemoan , And kindly sigh for
sorrows not your own ; Let me ( if tears and grief permit ) relate A nearer woe , a ...
RVICEHE said , and for her lost Galanthis sighs , * When the fair consort of her
son replies : Since you a servant ' s ravished form bemoan , And kindly sigh for
sorrows not your own ; Let me ( if tears and grief permit ) relate A nearer woe , a ...
الصفحة 43
... Thy branches hung with humid pearls appear , From every leaf distils a trickling
tear , 66 And straight a voice , while yet a voice remains , Thus through the
trembling boughs in sighs complains : “ If to the wretched any faith be given , I
swear ...
... Thy branches hung with humid pearls appear , From every leaf distils a trickling
tear , 66 And straight a voice , while yet a voice remains , Thus through the
trembling boughs in sighs complains : “ If to the wretched any faith be given , I
swear ...
الصفحة 56
Gods ! can no prayers , no sighs , no numbers move , One savage heart , or teach
it how to love ? The winds my prayers , my sighs , my numbers bear , The flying
winds have lost them all in air ! 245 235 Oh when , alas ! shall more auspicious ...
Gods ! can no prayers , no sighs , no numbers move , One savage heart , or teach
it how to love ? The winds my prayers , my sighs , my numbers bear , The flying
winds have lost them all in air ! 245 235 Oh when , alas ! shall more auspicious ...
الصفحة 158
Go , gentle gales , and bear my sighs away ! To Delia ' s ear the tender notes
convey . As some sad turtle his lost love deplores , And with deep murmurs fills
the sounding shores ; Thus , far from Delia , to the winds I mourn , Alike unheard
...
Go , gentle gales , and bear my sighs away ! To Delia ' s ear the tender notes
convey . As some sad turtle his lost love deplores , And with deep murmurs fills
the sounding shores ; Thus , far from Delia , to the winds I mourn , Alike unheard
...
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مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 203 - Be Homer's works your study and delight, Read them by day, and meditate by night; Thence form your judgment, thence your maxims bring, And trace the Muses upward to their spring.
الصفحة 210 - And value books, as women men, for dress: Their praise is still, — The style is excellent; The sense, they humbly take upon content. Words are like leaves; and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.
الصفحة 238 - Transformed to combs, the speckled and the white. Here files of pins extend their shining rows, Puffs, powders, patches, bibles, billet-doux.
الصفحة 199 - Tis hard to say, if greater want of skill Appear in writing or in judging ill ; But, of the two, less dangerous is the offence To tire our patience, than mislead our sense. Some few in that, but numbers err in this ; Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss : A fool might once himself alone expose : Now one in verse makes many more in prose.
الصفحة 213 - The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
الصفحة xlv - Me, let the tender office long engage, To rock the cradle of reposing age, With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep awhile one parent from the sky...
الصفحة 239 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide : If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.
الصفحة 260 - ... in air, Weighs the men's wits against the lady's hair ; The doubtful beam long nods from side to side ; At length the wits mount up, the hairs subside. See fierce Belinda on the Baron flies, With more than usual lightning in her eyes : Nor fear'd the chief th' unequal fight to try, Who sought no more than on his foe to die.
الصفحة 236 - And in soft sounds, Your Grace salutes their ear. 'Tis these that early taint the female soul, Instruct the eyes of young Coquettes to roll, Teach Infant-cheeks a bidden blush to know, And little hearts to flutter at a Beau. 90 Oft, when the world imagine women stray, The Sylphs thro' mystic mazes guide their way, Thro' all the giddy circle they pursue, And old impertinence expel by new.
الصفحة 240 - But chiefly Love — to Love an Altar built, Of twelve vast French romances, neatly gilt. There lay three garters, half a pair of gloves, And all the trophies of his former loves; With tender billet-doux he lights the pyre, And breathes three amorous sighs to raise the fire.