The Works of Alexander Pope, Tom 2J.F. Dove, St. John's Square, 1822 |
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... appear ; Would you with ivy wreath your flowing hair , 25 Not Bacchus ' self with Phaon could compare : Yet Phoebus lov'd , and Bacchus felt the flame , One Daphne warm'd , and one the Cretan dame ; NOTES . Ver . 12. A childish false ...
... appear ; Would you with ivy wreath your flowing hair , 25 Not Bacchus ' self with Phaon could compare : Yet Phoebus lov'd , and Bacchus felt the flame , One Daphne warm'd , and one the Cretan dame ; NOTES . Ver . 12. A childish false ...
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... appears . 110 Sure ' twas not much to bid one kind adieu 115 ( At least to feign was never hard to you ) , Farewell , my Lesbian love , you might have said ; Or coldly thus , Farewell , oh Lesbian maid ! No tear did you , no parting ...
... appears . 110 Sure ' twas not much to bid one kind adieu 115 ( At least to feign was never hard to you ) , Farewell , my Lesbian love , you might have said ; Or coldly thus , Farewell , oh Lesbian maid ! No tear did you , no parting ...
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... appears , Insults my woes and triumphs in my tears , His hated image ever haunts my eyes , 130 135 140 And why this grief ? thy daughter lives , he cries . Stung with my love , and furious with despair , All torn my garments , and my ...
... appears , Insults my woes and triumphs in my tears , His hated image ever haunts my eyes , 130 135 140 And why this grief ? thy daughter lives , he cries . Stung with my love , and furious with despair , All torn my garments , and my ...
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... own , an epistle of Phaon to Sappho ; which appears to be one of the feeblest in the collection of his poems , among which some are truly excellent . Sive redis , puppique tuæ votiva parantur Munera ; quid SAPPHO TO PHAON . 21.
... own , an epistle of Phaon to Sappho ; which appears to be one of the feeblest in the collection of his poems , among which some are truly excellent . Sive redis , puppique tuæ votiva parantur Munera ; quid SAPPHO TO PHAON . 21.
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Alexander Pope Joseph Warton. O write it not , my hand - the name appears Already written - wash it out , my tears ! In vain lost Eloïsa weeps and prays , Her heart still dictates , and her hand obeys . 15 Relentless walls ! whose ...
Alexander Pope Joseph Warton. O write it not , my hand - the name appears Already written - wash it out , my tears ! In vain lost Eloïsa weeps and prays , Her heart still dictates , and her hand obeys . 15 Relentless walls ! whose ...
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Strona 32 - Some emanation of th' all-beauteous Mind. Those smiling eyes, attemp'ring every ray, Shone sweetly lambent with celestial day. Guiltless I gaz'd; heav'n listen'd while you sung; And truths divine came mended from that tongue. From lips like those what precept fail'd to move? Too soon they taught me 'twas no sin to love: Back through the paths of pleasing sense I ran, Nor wish'd an Angel whom I lov'da Man.
Strona 35 - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow To the full-voiced quire below In service high and anthems clear As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
Strona 294 - Michael Angelo's works have a strong, peculiar, and marked character: they seem to proceed from his own mind entirely, and that mind so rich and abundant, that he never needed, or seemed to disdain, to look abroad for foreign help. Raphael's materials are generally borrowed, though the noble structure is his own.
Strona 375 - A poet, blest beyond the poet's fate, Whom Heaven kept sacred from the Proud and Great : Foe to loud praise, and friend to learned ease, Content with science in the vale of peace. Calmly he look'd on either life ; and here Saw nothing to regret, or there to fear ; From Nature's temperate feast rose satisfied, Thank'd Heaven that he had liv'd, and that he died.
Strona 146 - Or else she dances with becoming grace, Or shape excuses the defects of face. There swims no goose so gray, but soon or late She finds some honest gander for her mate.