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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... once ignorant , are slaves . O curs'd effects of civil hate , Still , when the lust of tyrant pow'r succeeds , Some Athens perishes , some Tully bleeds . NOTES . struction , when he says , the poet had expressed himself better had he ...
... once ignorant , are slaves . O curs'd effects of civil hate , Still , when the lust of tyrant pow'r succeeds , Some Athens perishes , some Tully bleeds . NOTES . struction , when he says , the poet had expressed himself better had he ...
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... Once in dispositions , in pursuits , in love , in unhappy nuptials , and in repentance ; and now , as we trust , in eternal happiness , united . Peter Abelard died the twenty - first of April , 1142 , And Heloisa the seventeenth of May ...
... Once in dispositions , in pursuits , in love , in unhappy nuptials , and in repentance ; and now , as we trust , in eternal happiness , united . Peter Abelard died the twenty - first of April , 1142 , And Heloisa the seventeenth of May ...
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... -do all things but forget . Ver . 177. Ah wretch ! ] v . 251 ; from the Letters . NOTES . 200 From the Letters ; as also v . 133 ; and also Epist . ii . p . 67. — Warton . But let heav'n seize it , all at once ' 32 ELOISA TO ABELARD .
... -do all things but forget . Ver . 177. Ah wretch ! ] v . 251 ; from the Letters . NOTES . 200 From the Letters ; as also v . 133 ; and also Epist . ii . p . 67. — Warton . But let heav'n seize it , all at once ' 32 ELOISA TO ABELARD .
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Alexander Pope Will Roscoe. But let heav'n seize it , all at once ' tis fir'd ; Not touch'd , but rapt ; not waken'd , but inspir'd ! Oh come ! oh teach me nature to subdue , Renounce my love , my life , myself and you . Fill my fond ...
Alexander Pope Will Roscoe. But let heav'n seize it , all at once ' tis fir'd ; Not touch'd , but rapt ; not waken'd , but inspir'd ! Oh come ! oh teach me nature to subdue , Renounce my love , my life , myself and you . Fill my fond ...
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... once more I close my willing eyes ; Ye soft illusions , dear deceits , arise ; 240 Alas , no more ! methinks we wand'ring go 245 Through dreary wastes , and weep each other's woe , Where round some mould'ring tow'r pale ivy creeps , And ...
... once more I close my willing eyes ; Ye soft illusions , dear deceits , arise ; 240 Alas , no more ! methinks we wand'ring go 245 Through dreary wastes , and weep each other's woe , Where round some mould'ring tow'r pale ivy creeps , And ...
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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.