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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... equal merit , in the higher branches of his art . In his ode on the taking of Namur , are instances of the bombastic , of the prosaic , and of the puerile ; and it is no small confirmation of the ruling passion of this author , that he ...
... equal merit , in the higher branches of his art . In his ode on the taking of Namur , are instances of the bombastic , of the prosaic , and of the puerile ; and it is no small confirmation of the ruling passion of this author , that he ...
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... equal merit , in the higher branches of his art . " If , by higher branches of his art , he meant Lyric Poetry , it is difficult to say upon what principle such preference is founded , or why the dignity and importance of many other ...
... equal merit , in the higher branches of his art . " If , by higher branches of his art , he meant Lyric Poetry , it is difficult to say upon what principle such preference is founded , or why the dignity and importance of many other ...
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... . Dryden's is also more perfect in the unity of the action ; for Pope's is not the recital of one great action , but a description of many of the adventures of Orpheus . Warton . II . By Music , minds an equal temper know.
... . Dryden's is also more perfect in the unity of the action ; for Pope's is not the recital of one great action , but a description of many of the adventures of Orpheus . Warton . II . By Music , minds an equal temper know.
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Alexander Pope Will Roscoe. II . By Music , minds an equal temper know , Nor swell too high , nor sink too low . If in the breast tumultuous joys arise , Music her soft , assuasive voice applies ; Or , when the soul is press'd with cares ...
Alexander Pope Will Roscoe. II . By Music , minds an equal temper know , Nor swell too high , nor sink too low . If in the breast tumultuous joys arise , Music her soft , assuasive voice applies ; Or , when the soul is press'd with cares ...
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... in which are passages almost equal to any of the second ; especially its opening , and the second stanza that describes Tubal and his brethren . - Warton . But Hymen's kinder flames unite , And burn for ever ODES . 13.
... in which are passages almost equal to any of the second ; especially its opening , and the second stanza that describes Tubal and his brethren . - Warton . But Hymen's kinder flames unite , And burn for ever ODES . 13.
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Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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?
Страница 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
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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?
Страница 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?
Страница 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.