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Alexander Pope Joseph Warton. Like some sad statue , speechless , pale , I stood , 125 Grief chill'd my breast , and stopp'd my freezing blood ; No sigh to rise , no tear had pow'r to flow , Fix'd in a stupid lethargy of woe : But when ...
Alexander Pope Joseph Warton. Like some sad statue , speechless , pale , I stood , 125 Grief chill'd my breast , and stopp'd my freezing blood ; No sigh to rise , no tear had pow'r to flow , Fix'd in a stupid lethargy of woe : But when ...
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... stood : 190 She stood and cry'd , " O you that love in vain ! Fly hence , and seek the fair Leucadian main ; There stands a rock , from whose impending steep Apollo's fane surveys the rolling deep ; There injur'd lovers , leaping from ...
... stood : 190 She stood and cry'd , " O you that love in vain ! Fly hence , and seek the fair Leucadian main ; There stands a rock , from whose impending steep Apollo's fane surveys the rolling deep ; There injur'd lovers , leaping from ...
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... stood , methought , betwixt earth , seas , and skies , The whole creation open to my eyes : NOTES . Greek , for a long time was of opinion , that this poem , in modern political Greek verses , was the original ; in which opinion he was ...
... stood , methought , betwixt earth , seas , and skies , The whole creation open to my eyes : NOTES . Greek , for a long time was of opinion , that this poem , in modern political Greek verses , was the original ; in which opinion he was ...
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... stood upon so high a rock , Higher standeth none in Spayne- What manner stone this rock was , For it was like a lymed glass , But that it shone full more clere ; But of what congeled matere It was , I niste redily ; But at the last ...
... stood upon so high a rock , Higher standeth none in Spayne- What manner stone this rock was , For it was like a lymed glass , But that it shone full more clere ; But of what congeled matere It was , I niste redily ; But at the last ...
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... the shade . ( All the writing that I sye ) Of the castle that stoode on high , And stood eke in so cold a place , That heate might it not deface . " P. 49 The rock's high summit , in the temple's shade 62 THE TEMPLE OF FAME .
... the shade . ( All the writing that I sye ) Of the castle that stoode on high , And stood eke in so cold a place , That heate might it not deface . " P. 49 The rock's high summit , in the temple's shade 62 THE TEMPLE OF FAME .
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Page 354 - VIXIT TITULIS ET INVIDIA MAJOR ANNOS, HEU PAUCOS, XXXV. OB. FEB. XIV. MDCCXX. 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. THE
Page 35 - let the pealing organ blow In the full-voic'd quire below ; In service high and anthem clear, As may with sweetness through mine ear Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all heav'n before mine eyes.
Page 356 - to this fair Urn we trust. And sacred, place by DRYDEN'S awful dust: Beneath a rude and nameless stone he lies, To which thy Tomb shall guide inquiring eyes. Peace to thy gentle shade, and endless rest! Blest in thy Genius, in thy Love too blest!
Page 351 - Vice had his hate and pity too. Blest Courtier! who could King and country please, Yet sacred keep his Friendships, and his Ease. Blest Peer! his great Forefathers ev'ry grace Reflecting, and reflected in his Race ; Where other BUCKHURSTS, other DORSETS shine, And Patriots still, or Poets, deck the line. NOTES.
Page 27 - heat? Yet, yet I love !—From Abelard it came, And Elo'isa yet must kiss the name. Dear fatal name ! rest ever unreveal'd, Nor pass these lips in holy silence seal'd; 10 Hide it, my heart, within that close disguise, Where mixd with God's, his lov'd idea lies:
Page 92 - me live, or die unknown: Oh ! grant an honest fame, or grant me none ! " THIS poem contains great strokes of Gothic imagination, yet bordering often on the most ideal and capricious extravagance. The poet, in a vision, sees a temple of glass; ' In which were more images Of gold stondinge in sundrie stages,
Page 191 - Corinth's pleasing site surveys. Twas now the time when Phoebus yields to night, And rising Cynthia sheds her silver light, 475 Wide o'er the world in solemn pomp she drew, Her airy chariot hung with pearly dew ; All birds and beasts lie hush'd ; sleep steals away The wild desires of men, and toils of day,
Page 40 - more I hear, no more I view, 235 The phantom flies me, as unkind as you, I call aloud; it hears not what I say : I stretch my empty arms ; it glides away. To dream once more I close my willing eyes ; Ye soft illusions, dear deceits, arise ; 240 NOTES.
Page 17 - But when from hence he plung'd into the main, Deucalion scorn'd, and Pyrrha lov'd in vain. Haste, Sappho, haste, from high Leucadia throw Thy wretched weight, nor dread the deeps below !" She spoke, and vanish'd with the voice—I rise, And silent tears fall trickling from my eyes. 200 NOTES. Ver. 188. Leucadian
Page 281 - more genius and imagination; the one excelled in beauty, the other in energy. Michael Angelo has more of the poetical inspiration, his ideas are vast and sublime, his people are a superior order of beings; there is nothing about them, nothing in the air of their actions, or their attitudes, or the style and cast