The Works of Alexander Pope, Volumul 4J. Murray, 1882 |
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... SOUL . 397- 403 · 407- . 408- 410 ADRIANI MORIENTIS AD ANIMAM PROLOGUES AND EPILOGUES : PROLOGUE TO MR . ADDISON'S TRAGEDY OF " CATO " . 413 PROLOGUE TO THE " THREE HOURS AFTER MARRIAGE " . 414 PROLOGUE DESIGNED FOR MR . D'URFEY'S LAST ...
... SOUL . 397- 403 · 407- . 408- 410 ADRIANI MORIENTIS AD ANIMAM PROLOGUES AND EPILOGUES : PROLOGUE TO MR . ADDISON'S TRAGEDY OF " CATO " . 413 PROLOGUE TO THE " THREE HOURS AFTER MARRIAGE " . 414 PROLOGUE DESIGNED FOR MR . D'URFEY'S LAST ...
Pagina 8
... soul , " he says , " that I cannot send you my chef - d'œuvre the poem on ' Dulness , ' which after I am dead and gone will be printed with a large commentary , and lettered on the back , ' Pope's Dulness . ' I send you , however , what ...
... soul , " he says , " that I cannot send you my chef - d'œuvre the poem on ' Dulness , ' which after I am dead and gone will be printed with a large commentary , and lettered on the back , ' Pope's Dulness . ' I send you , however , what ...
Pagina 65
... soul's delight.- Recorded in like manner for his virtuous disposition , and gentle bearing , by the ingenious in this apostrophe : MR . WALTER HART , O ! ever worthy , ever crown'd with praise ! Blest in thy life and blest in all thy ...
... soul's delight.- Recorded in like manner for his virtuous disposition , and gentle bearing , by the ingenious in this apostrophe : MR . WALTER HART , O ! ever worthy , ever crown'd with praise ! Blest in thy life and blest in all thy ...
Pagina 66
... soul like thine , in pain , in grief , resign'd , Views with just scorn the malice of mankind . The witty and moral satirist DR . EDWARD YOUNG , wishing some check to the corruption and evil manners of the times , calleth out upon our ...
... soul like thine , in pain , in grief , resign'd , Views with just scorn the malice of mankind . The witty and moral satirist DR . EDWARD YOUNG , wishing some check to the corruption and evil manners of the times , calleth out upon our ...
Pagina 67
... soul with ev'ry virtue fraught , By patriots , priests , and poets taught . Whose filial piety excels Whatever Grecian story tells . A genius for each bus'ness fit , Whose meanest talent is his Wit , & c.3 Let us now recreate thee by ...
... soul with ev'ry virtue fraught , By patriots , priests , and poets taught . Whose filial piety excels Whatever Grecian story tells . A genius for each bus'ness fit , Whose meanest talent is his Wit , & c.3 Let us now recreate thee by ...
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Pagina 223 - 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.
Pagina 380 - 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, Prais'd, wept, and honour'd by the Muse he lov'd.
Pagina 403 - Thus let me live, unseen, unknown. Thus unlamented let me die, Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie.
Pagina 405 - 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?
Pagina 316 - Nature, was a most gentle expresser of it : his mind and hand went together ; and what he thought, he uttered with that easiness, that we have scarce received from him a blot in his papers.
Pagina 196 - To ask, to guess, to know, as they commence,' As Fancy opens the quick springs of Sense, We ply the Memory, we load the brain, Bind rebel Wit, and double chain on chain, Confine the thought, to exercise the breath; And keep them in the pale of Words till death...
Pagina 405 - VITAL spark of heavenly flame ! Quit, oh, quit this mortal frame ! Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying : Oh, the pain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond nature ! cease thy strife, And let me languish into life ! Hark, they whisper ; angels say,
Pagina 148 - To where Fleet-ditch with disemboguing streams Rolls the large tribute of dead dogs to Thames, The king of dykes ! than whom no sluice of mud With deeper sable blots the silver flood.
Pagina 403 - Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
Pagina 191 - When lo! a Harlot form soft sliding by, With mincing step, small voice, and languid eye: Foreign her air, her robe's discordant pride In patch-work flutt'ring, and her head aside: By singing Peers up-held on either hand, She tripp'd and laugh'd, too pretty much to stand: Cast on the prostrate Nine a scornful look, Then thus in quaint Recitative spoke.