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, Том 31847 |
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... O'er all the dreary coasts ! Dreadful gleams , Dismal screams , Fires that glow , Shrieks of woe , Sullen moans , Hollow groans , And cries of tortur'd ghosts ! 45 50 55 60 But , hark ! he strikes the golden lyre ; And see ! the tortur ...
... O'er all the dreary coasts ! Dreadful gleams , Dismal screams , Fires that glow , Shrieks of woe , Sullen moans , Hollow groans , And cries of tortur'd ghosts ! 45 50 55 60 But , hark ! he strikes the golden lyre ; And see ! the tortur ...
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... O'er death , and o'er hell , NOTES . 71 75 80 85 Ver . 77. ] These images are picturesque and appropriate , and are such notes as might Draw iron tears down Pluto's cheek , And make hell grant what love did seek . Pope , being ...
... O'er death , and o'er hell , NOTES . 71 75 80 85 Ver . 77. ] These images are picturesque and appropriate , and are such notes as might Draw iron tears down Pluto's cheek , And make hell grant what love did seek . Pope , being ...
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... o'er the desert he flies ; 100 105 110 Hark ! Hamus resounds with the Bacchanals ' cries- Ah see , he dies ! NOTES . Ver . 97. ] These scenes , in which Orpheus is introduced as making his lamentations , are not so wild , so savage ...
... o'er the desert he flies ; 100 105 110 Hark ! Hamus resounds with the Bacchanals ' cries- Ah see , he dies ! NOTES . Ver . 97. ] These scenes , in which Orpheus is introduced as making his lamentations , are not so wild , so savage ...
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... and skill has weav'd A silken web ; and ne'er shall fade Its colours ; gently has he laid The mantle o'er thy sad distress , And Venus shall the texture bless . - Prior . IN point of poetical excellence , the Epistle from Eloisa C 2.
... and skill has weav'd A silken web ; and ne'er shall fade Its colours ; gently has he laid The mantle o'er thy sad distress , And Venus shall the texture bless . - Prior . IN point of poetical excellence , the Epistle from Eloisa C 2.
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... o'er yon rocks reclin'd , 155 Wave high , and murmur to the hollow wind , The wand'ring streams that shine between the hills , The grots that echo to the tinkling rills , The dying gales that pant upon the trees , The lakes that quiver ...
... o'er yon rocks reclin'd , 155 Wave high , and murmur to the hollow wind , The wand'ring streams that shine between the hills , The grots that echo to the tinkling rills , The dying gales that pant upon the trees , The lakes that quiver ...
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Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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?
Стр. 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
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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?
Стр. 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?
Стр. 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.