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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... fays Cervantes , can no more resemble the original than the wrong fide of tapestry can represent the right . The inability of the French tongue to exprefs many Greek or Roman ideas with facility and grace is here visible ; but the ...
... fays Cervantes , can no more resemble the original than the wrong fide of tapestry can represent the right . The inability of the French tongue to exprefs many Greek or Roman ideas with facility and grace is here visible ; but the ...
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... fays , that its fituation and profpects by no means refemble Pope's beautiful and romantic defcription of it . Father St. Romain , the officiating Prieft , walked with him round the whole demefne . The Abbefs , who was in her eighty ...
... fays , that its fituation and profpects by no means refemble Pope's beautiful and romantic defcription of it . Father St. Romain , the officiating Prieft , walked with him round the whole demefne . The Abbefs , who was in her eighty ...
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... fays Abelard , " in toto regno nominatiffimam fecerat ; " and , we may be sure , more thoroughly attached him to her . Buffy Rabutin fpeaks in high terms of commendation of the purity of Eloifa's Latinity ; a judgment worthy a French ...
... fays Abelard , " in toto regno nominatiffimam fecerat ; " and , we may be sure , more thoroughly attached him to her . Buffy Rabutin fpeaks in high terms of commendation of the purity of Eloifa's Latinity ; a judgment worthy a French ...
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... fays Mr. Ber rington , did not then exift ; they were not profeffed at the fame . time or place ; one was at Argenteuil , the other at St. Denys . WARTON . VER . 111. As with cold lips ] This defcription of the folemnity of her taking ...
... fays Mr. Ber rington , did not then exift ; they were not profeffed at the fame . time or place ; one was at Argenteuil , the other at St. Denys . WARTON . VER . 111. As with cold lips ] This defcription of the folemnity of her taking ...
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... ] Non magis auro fulgentia atque ebore , fimulacra , quàm lucos , & in iis filentia ipfa adoramus , fays Pliny very finely of places of worship . WARTON . 140 But fuch plain roofs as piety could raise , ELOISA TO ABELARD . 41.
... ] Non magis auro fulgentia atque ebore , fimulacra , quàm lucos , & in iis filentia ipfa adoramus , fays Pliny very finely of places of worship . WARTON . 140 But fuch plain roofs as piety could raise , ELOISA TO ABELARD . 41.
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Страница 53 - And smooth my passage to the realms of day; See my lips tremble, and my eyeballs roll, Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul! Ah no — in sacred vestments may'st thou stand, The hallow'd taper trembling in thy hand, Present the Cross before my lifted eye, Teach me at once, and learn of me to die.
Страница 52 - Thou, Abelard! the last sad office pay, And smooth my passage to the realms of day; See my lips tremble, and my eyeballs roll, Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul! Ah no — in sacred vestments mayst thou stand...
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