The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq., in Verse and Prose: Containing the Principal Notes of Drs. Warburton and Warton, Том 2J. Johnson, 1806 |
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... appears folely to belong to Ovid - it is , as Warton obferves , a high improvement on the Greek Elegy , on account of its drama- tic form . He adds , " The judgment of the writer must appear , by opening the complaint of the perfon ...
... appears folely to belong to Ovid - it is , as Warton obferves , a high improvement on the Greek Elegy , on account of its drama- tic form . He adds , " The judgment of the writer must appear , by opening the complaint of the perfon ...
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... appear ; Would you with ivy wreath your flowing hair , Not Bacchus ' felf with Phaon could compare : Yet Phoebus lov'd , and Bacchus felt the flame , One Daphne warm'd , and one the Cretan dame ; Nymphs that in verfe no more could rival ...
... appear ; Would you with ivy wreath your flowing hair , Not Bacchus ' felf with Phaon could compare : Yet Phoebus lov'd , and Bacchus felt the flame , One Daphne warm'd , and one the Cretan dame ; Nymphs that in verfe no more could rival ...
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... appears . Sure ' twas not much to bid one kind adieu , ( At least to feign was never hard to you , ) Farewell , my Lesbian love , you might have faid ; Or coldly thus , Farewell , O Lesbian maid ! No tear did you , no parting kiss ...
... appears . Sure ' twas not much to bid one kind adieu , ( At least to feign was never hard to you , ) Farewell , my Lesbian love , you might have faid ; Or coldly thus , Farewell , O Lesbian maid ! No tear did you , no parting kiss ...
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... appears , Infults my woes , and triumphs in my tears , His hated image ever haunts my eyes , I curfe , and then complain ; And why this grief ? thy daughter lives , he cries . Stung with my love , and furious with despair , All torn my ...
... appears , Infults my woes , and triumphs in my tears , His hated image ever haunts my eyes , I curfe , and then complain ; And why this grief ? thy daughter lives , he cries . Stung with my love , and furious with despair , All torn my ...
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... appear to mourn , And birds defer their fongs till thy return : 170 Night fhades the groves , and all in filence lie , All but the mournful Philomel and I : With mournful Philomel I join my strain , Of Tereus fhe , of Phaon I complain ...
... appear to mourn , And birds defer their fongs till thy return : 170 Night fhades the groves , and all in filence lie , All but the mournful Philomel and I : With mournful Philomel I join my strain , Of Tereus fhe , of Phaon I complain ...
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beauty beſt bleft breaſt charms Chaucer cloſe defcription Dryope Dunciad eaſe Epiftle Eteocles Ev'n ev'ry expreffion eyes facred faid fair fame fate fatire fays feems feen feven fhade fhall fhining fhould fide figh filent fince firft firſt flain flame fleep fmiles foft fome foul ftill fubject fuch fure gentle grace hæc heart heav'n himſelf honour houſe huſband IMITATIONS juſt Lady laft laſt lefs loft Lord Lord Bolingbroke lov'd mihi moft moſt muſt night NOTES numbers nymph o'er obferves occafion Ovid paffage paffion Petrarch Phaon Phoebus Pindar pleaſe pleaſure poem poet Pope Pope's pow'r praiſe quæ refign reft rife Sappho ſay ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe Sir William Wyndham ſkies ſpread ſtate Statius ſtill tears Thebes thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand tibi tranflation Twas uſe verfe verſes Vertumnus WARTON whofe whoſe wife
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