Observations on Popeauthor, 1796 - 348 pages |
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... thou waft bred , And Thracian rocks thy infant fury fed . The paffage ran thus in our poet's first edition : I know thee , Love ! wild as the raging main ; More fell than tigers on the Lybian plain . Ver . 100. And the low fun had ...
... thou waft bred , And Thracian rocks thy infant fury fed . The paffage ran thus in our poet's first edition : I know thee , Love ! wild as the raging main ; More fell than tigers on the Lybian plain . Ver . 100. And the low fun had ...
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... thou breath'ft , the winds are ready ftraight To filch it from thee ; and do therefore wait Clofe at thy lips ; and , fnatching it from thence , Bear it to heaven , where ' tis Jove's frankincense . But our poet had Sedley , I prefume ...
... thou breath'ft , the winds are ready ftraight To filch it from thee ; and do therefore wait Clofe at thy lips ; and , fnatching it from thence , Bear it to heaven , where ' tis Jove's frankincense . But our poet had Sedley , I prefume ...
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... Farewell , all happy days , and fmiling hours , Refreshing valleys , and delightful bow'rs : Adieu to ev'ry grotto , ev'ry grove , Adieu to poetry , adieu to love ! C THE THE MESSIAH . VER . 5 . O thou my ON POPE . 17.
... Farewell , all happy days , and fmiling hours , Refreshing valleys , and delightful bow'rs : Adieu to ev'ry grotto , ev'ry grove , Adieu to poetry , adieu to love ! C THE THE MESSIAH . VER . 5 . O thou my ON POPE . 17.
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Gilbert Wakefield. THE MESSIAH . VER . 5 . O thou my voice inspire , Who touch'd Ifaiah's hallow'd lips with fire ! I meet with a similar impropriety in a very beautiful song by Mrs. Barbauld : Come here , fond youth ! whoe'er thou be ...
Gilbert Wakefield. THE MESSIAH . VER . 5 . O thou my voice inspire , Who touch'd Ifaiah's hallow'd lips with fire ! I meet with a similar impropriety in a very beautiful song by Mrs. Barbauld : Come here , fond youth ! whoe'er thou be ...
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... Thou stronger may'st endure the flood of light . From which paffage the reader will recollect Gray to have plucked a flower for his bard : Vifions of glory ! spare my aching fight . The Vi & im , a tragedy by C. Johnson , one of Pope's ...
... Thou stronger may'st endure the flood of light . From which paffage the reader will recollect Gray to have plucked a flower for his bard : Vifions of glory ! spare my aching fight . The Vi & im , a tragedy by C. Johnson , one of Pope's ...
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Æneid æther againſt alfo allufion alſo Aureng-Zebe beauty becauſe beſt Biſhop Canto Comus couplet Cowley death defcription Dryden Dryden's verfion Dunciad Eclogue edition Effay elegant Elegy Epiftle ev'ry expreffion eyes facred faid fame fatire fays fecond feems fentiment fhade fhall fhine fhould filver fimilar fing firft firſt fkies folar fome foul fpirit ftill ftrain fublime fuch heav'n himſelf Hippolytus Horace Hudibras Iliad illuftration imitation itſelf juft juſt laft laſt lefs Loft Lucretius Mifcellanies Milton moft moſt Mufe muſt numbers o'er obferves occafion Ogilby Ovid paffage phraſe pleafing pleaſe poem poet poet's poetical poetry Pope praiſe prefent prefume purpoſe quæ reader reaſon refpect reſembles rife riſe Satire ſee ſeems ſhall ſkies ſmall ſome ſpread Steevens ſtill ſtream ſubject thee thefe themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro tranflation verfe verſe Virg Virgil Warburton whofe whoſe winds wings
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