Mr. Pope's Literary Correspondence. Volume the Fifth. With Letters of Lord Bolingbroke. Lord Lansdowne. ...E. Curll, 1737 - 86 sider |
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... Eyes of one of Us are closed ( I mean by Death , not by Dr. Taylor ) if Mine are open longeft , to the laft Volume of Literary Corre- fpondence fhall be prefixed A faithful Account of Mr. POPE's Life and Writings , with a true Copy of ...
... Eyes of one of Us are closed ( I mean by Death , not by Dr. Taylor ) if Mine are open longeft , to the laft Volume of Literary Corre- fpondence fhall be prefixed A faithful Account of Mr. POPE's Life and Writings , with a true Copy of ...
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... Eyes , A thousand grateful Objects rife , Where all is gay , and all is sweet . Where , when past Images we find , By Memory with thefe combin'd , She from her Store of fading Senfe can move , And frame no Fancy but of Joy and Love ...
... Eyes , A thousand grateful Objects rife , Where all is gay , and all is sweet . Where , when past Images we find , By Memory with thefe combin'd , She from her Store of fading Senfe can move , And frame no Fancy but of Joy and Love ...
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... Eyes , His aweful Myfteries . This blooming Garden of the Delian God Long fince I left , new Paths to try ; On rough uneven Ground I trod , And fought the gloomy dark Abode Of Wisdom and Philosophy . II . From hence escap'd with Joy to ...
... Eyes , His aweful Myfteries . This blooming Garden of the Delian God Long fince I left , new Paths to try ; On rough uneven Ground I trod , And fought the gloomy dark Abode Of Wisdom and Philosophy . II . From hence escap'd with Joy to ...
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... Eyes . I fee the Summit of the Hill , With Spires of Glory crown'd ; And nearer now I fee the Mound , Such was Apollo's Will , Rais'd by the Muses to keep off the Croud Of thronging Poets , infolent and loud . Wretches , whom tho ' he ...
... Eyes . I fee the Summit of the Hill , With Spires of Glory crown'd ; And nearer now I fee the Mound , Such was Apollo's Will , Rais'd by the Muses to keep off the Croud Of thronging Poets , infolent and loud . Wretches , whom tho ' he ...
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... Eyes , The Distance of the God of Day . When they are shut , in Britain then ' tis Night , And we eternal Darkness fear , But when the radiant Balls appear , We feel their Warmth , and blefs the rifing Light . Thus fhall my Theme my ...
... Eyes , The Distance of the God of Day . When they are shut , in Britain then ' tis Night , And we eternal Darkness fear , But when the radiant Balls appear , We feel their Warmth , and blefs the rifing Light . Thus fhall my Theme my ...
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Side 193 - It was but this very morning that he had obtained her parents' consent, and it was but till the next week that they were to wait to be happy. Perhaps...
Side 92 - Lord Chancellor HARCOURT, at the Church of Stanton-Harcourt in Oxfordshire, 1720. To this sad shrine, whoe'er thou art, draw near, Here lies the friend most lov'd, the son most dear: Who ne'er knew joy, but friendship might divide, Or gave his father grief but when he dy'd.
Side 192 - I am quite out of the world, and there is fcarce any thing that can reach me except the noife of thunder, which undoubtedly you have heard too. We have read in old authors of high towers levelled by it to the ground, while the humble valleys have efcaped : The only thing that is proof againft it is the laurel^ which, however, I take to be no great...
Side 223 - Europe ; and an admiral on account of your skill in maritime affairs : whereas, according to the usual method of court proceedings, I should have been at the head of the army, and you of the church, or rather a curate under the dean of St. Patrick's.
Side 245 - And this for the very reason which possibly might hinder your coming, that my poor mother is dead.* I thank God, her death was as easy, as her life was innocent; and as it cost her not a groan, or even a sigh, there is yet upon her countenance such an expression of tranquillity, nay, almost of pleasure, that it is even amiable to behold it.
Side 81 - I have a due sense of the excellence of the British constitution. In a word, the things I have always wished to see, are, not a Roman Catholic, or a French Catholic, or a Spanish Catholic, but a true Catholic; and not a King of Whigs, or a King of Tories, but a King of England ; which God of his mercy grant his present Majesty may be, and all future majesties.
Side 121 - ... utterly forgetful of that world from which we are gone, and ripening for that to which we are to go. If you retain any memory of the past...
Side 162 - Of softest manners, unaffected mind, Lover of peace, and friend of human kind : Go, live ! for heaven's eternal year is thine, Go, and exalt thy mortal to divine.
Side 194 - ... of life were found in either. Attended by their melancholy companions, they were conveyed to the town, and the next day were interred in Stanton-Harcourt church-yard.
Side 67 - Ireland, as objects look larger through a medium of Fogs : and yet I am infinitely pleased with that too. I am much the happier for finding (a better thing than our Wits) our Judgments jump, in the notion that all Scribblers should be past by in silence.