The works of Alexander Pope, with notes and illustrations, by himself and others. To which are added, a new life of the author [&c.] by W. Roscoe, Τόμος 31847 |
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... number of identical cadences . And , indeed , to speak truth , there appears to be little valuable in Petrarch , except the purity of his diction . His sentiments , even of love , are metaphysical and far - fetched . Neither is there ...
... number of identical cadences . And , indeed , to speak truth , there appears to be little valuable in Petrarch , except the purity of his diction . His sentiments , even of love , are metaphysical and far - fetched . Neither is there ...
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... numbers soft and clear Gently steal upon the ear ; Now louder , and yet louder rise , And fill with spreading sounds the skies ; 15 Exulting in triumph now swell the bold notes , In broken air , trembling , the wild music floats ...
... numbers soft and clear Gently steal upon the ear ; Now louder , and yet louder rise , And fill with spreading sounds the skies ; 15 Exulting in triumph now swell the bold notes , In broken air , trembling , the wild music floats ...
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... numbers are of so burlesque , so low , and ridiculous a kind , and have so much the air of a vulgar drinking song , that one is amazed and concerned to find them in a serious ode . Addison thought this measure exactly suited to the ...
... numbers are of so burlesque , so low , and ridiculous a kind , and have so much the air of a vulgar drinking song , that one is amazed and concerned to find them in a serious ode . Addison thought this measure exactly suited to the ...
Σελίδα 9
... ; which places the British lyrie poetry above that of any other nation . This anecdote , as true as it is curious , was imparted by Lord Bolingbroke to Pope , by Pope to Mr. Gilbert His numbers rais'd a shade from hell , Hers lift ODES . 9.
... ; which places the British lyrie poetry above that of any other nation . This anecdote , as true as it is curious , was imparted by Lord Bolingbroke to Pope , by Pope to Mr. Gilbert His numbers rais'd a shade from hell , Hers lift ODES . 9.
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Alexander Pope Will Roscoe. His numbers rais'd a shade from hell , Hers lift the soul to heav'n . NOTES . West , by him to my ingenious friend Mr. Berenger , who communicated it to me . The rapidity , and yet the perspicuity of the ...
Alexander Pope Will Roscoe. His numbers rais'd a shade from hell , Hers lift the soul to heav'n . NOTES . West , by him to my ingenious friend Mr. Berenger , who communicated it to me . The rapidity , and yet the perspicuity of the ...
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Σελίδα 59 - To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart, To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold...
Σελίδα 46 - Consider'd singly, or beheld too near, Which, but proportion'd to their light, or place, Due distance reconciles to form and grace. A prudent chief not always must display His pow'rs in equal ranks, and fair array, But with th' occasion and the place comply, Conceal his force, nay seem sometimes to fly.
Σελίδα 347 - Religion blushing veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine! Lo! thy dread empire, Chaos! is restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word; Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall, And universal Darkness buries all.
Σελίδα 6 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?
Σελίδα 317 - Show all his paces, not a step advance. With the same cement, ever sure to bind, We bring to one dead level every mind. Then take him to develop, if you can, And hew the block off, and get out the man. 270 But wherefore waste I words? I see advance Whore, pupil, and laced governor from France. Walker! our hat' nor more he deigned to say, But, stern as Ajax
Σελίδα 97 - 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, 'And prais'd, unenvy'd, by the Muse he lov'd.
Σελίδα 268 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
Σελίδα 18 - How oft, when press'd to marriage, have I said, Curse on all laws but those which love has made! Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies, Let wealth, let honour, wait the wedded dame, August her deed, and sacred be her fame; Before true passion all those views remove, Fame, wealth, and honour! what are you to Love?
Σελίδα 6 - Hark! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Σελίδα 345 - Heav'n before, Shrinks to her second cause, and is no more. Physic of Metaphysic begs defence, And Metaphysic calls for aid on Sense! See Mystery to Mathematics fly! In vain! they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die, Religion blushing veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires.