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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... dear objects of my guilty love ; NOTES . 15 VER . 17. No more ] Grofs as thefe allufions are , the images of the original are softened in the translation . Atque aliæ centum , quas non fine crimine amavi ; B3 All [ 5 ]
... dear objects of my guilty love ; NOTES . 15 VER . 17. No more ] Grofs as thefe allufions are , the images of the original are softened in the translation . Atque aliæ centum , quas non fine crimine amavi ; B3 All [ 5 ]
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... dear deluding eyes ? The harp and bow would you like Phoebus bear , A brighter Phoebus Phaon might appear ; Would you with ivy wreath your flowing hair , Not Bacchus ' felf with Phaon could compare : Yet Phoebus lov'd , and Bacchus felt ...
... dear deluding eyes ? The harp and bow would you like Phoebus bear , A brighter Phoebus Phaon might appear ; Would you with ivy wreath your flowing hair , Not Bacchus ' felf with Phaon could compare : Yet Phoebus lov'd , and Bacchus felt ...
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... dear remembrance can remove , For oh ! how vast a memory has love ? My mufic , then , you could for ever hear , And all my words were mufic to your ear . You ftopp'd with kiffes my enchanting tongue , And found my kiffes fweeter than my ...
... dear remembrance can remove , For oh ! how vast a memory has love ? My mufic , then , you could for ever hear , And all my words were mufic to your ear . You ftopp'd with kiffes my enchanting tongue , And found my kiffes fweeter than my ...
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... Dear fatal name ! reft ever unreveal'd , Nor pass these lips in holy filence feal ' 1 : Hide it , my heart , within that close disguise , Where mix'd with God's , his lov'd Idea lies : O write it not , my hand - the name appears Already ...
... Dear fatal name ! reft ever unreveal'd , Nor pass these lips in holy filence feal ' 1 : Hide it , my heart , within that close disguise , Where mix'd with God's , his lov'd Idea lies : O write it not , my hand - the name appears Already ...
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... Paraclete ; but are fo well ima- gined , and fo highly painted , that they demand excufe . WARTON IMITATIONS . VER . 24. " Forgot myfelf to marble . " MILTON . Oh name for ever fad ! for ever dear ! 34 ELOISA TO ABELARD .
... Paraclete ; but are fo well ima- gined , and fo highly painted , that they demand excufe . WARTON IMITATIONS . VER . 24. " Forgot myfelf to marble . " MILTON . Oh name for ever fad ! for ever dear ! 34 ELOISA TO ABELARD .
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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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