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, כרך 31847 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 33
עמוד 27
... sure , more thoroughly attached him to her . Bussy Rabutin speaks in high terms of commendation of the purity of Eloisa's Latinity ; a judgment worthy a French Count ! There is a force , but not an elegance , in her style , which is ...
... sure , more thoroughly attached him to her . Bussy Rabutin speaks in high terms of commendation of the purity of Eloisa's Latinity ; a judgment worthy a French Count ! There is a force , but not an elegance , in her style , which is ...
עמוד 29
... sure is bliss , if bliss on earth there be , And once the lot of Abelard and me . 100 105 Alas , how chang'd ! what sudden horrors rise ! A naked Lover bound and bleeding lies ! Where , where was Eloise ? her voice , her hand , Her ...
... sure is bliss , if bliss on earth there be , And once the lot of Abelard and me . 100 105 Alas , how chang'd ! what sudden horrors rise ! A naked Lover bound and bleeding lies ! Where , where was Eloise ? her voice , her hand , Her ...
עמוד 32
... sure the hardest science to forget ! 190 How shall I lose the sin , yet keep the sense , And love th ' offender , yet detest th ' offence ? How the dear object from the crime remove , Or how distinguish penitence from love ? Unequal ...
... sure the hardest science to forget ! 190 How shall I lose the sin , yet keep the sense , And love th ' offender , yet detest th ' offence ? How the dear object from the crime remove , Or how distinguish penitence from love ? Unequal ...
עמוד 38
... . For what determined him in the choice of the subject of this epistle , was the retreat of that lady into a nunnery , whose death he had so pathetically lamented . And sure if fate some future bard shall join In 38 ELOISA TO ABELARD .
... . For what determined him in the choice of the subject of this epistle , was the retreat of that lady into a nunnery , whose death he had so pathetically lamented . And sure if fate some future bard shall join In 38 ELOISA TO ABELARD .
עמוד 39
Alexander Pope Will Roscoe. And sure if fate some future bard shall join In sad similitude of griefs to mine , Condemn'd whole years in absence to deplore , And image charms he must behold no more ; Such if there be , who loves so long ...
Alexander Pope Will Roscoe. And sure if fate some future bard shall join In sad similitude of griefs to mine , Condemn'd whole years in absence to deplore , And image charms he must behold no more ; Such if there be , who loves so long ...
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Abelard abuse Addison Æneid Alluding ancient appears Aristarchus Bavius beautiful blest called character Cibber Codrus Concanen Court critics Curl Dennis divine Dryden dull Dulness Dunce Dunciad edition Eloisa ELOISA TO ABELARD Epigram Epistle Epitaph Essay Essay on Criticism Ev'n ev'ry excellent eyes fate fool genius gentle Gildon Goddess grace hath head Heav'n Hero Homer honour Iliad IMITATIONS King Lady Laureate learned Leonard Welsted Letter LEWIS THEOBALD lines living Lord Lord Bolingbroke manner Matthew Concanen Mist's Journal moral Muse nature never NOTES numbers o'er occasion octavo Oldmixon Ovid passage person poem poet poet's poetical poetry Pope Pope's praise printed published reader REMARKS saith satire says Scriblerus Shakespear soul Swift taste thee thing thou thought thro Tibbald translation true truth verses Virg Virgil virtue Warburton Warton Welsted whole words writ writing written
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 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...
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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?
עמוד 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
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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?
עמוד 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?
עמוד 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.