The Age of PopeG. Bell, 1896 - 258 sider |
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Side 11
... night , and slit people's noses , ' and he adds , as if party were at the root of every mischief in the country , that they were all Whigs . Who has not trembled at the Mohock's name ? ' is Gay's exclamation in his Trivia ; and in that ...
... night , and slit people's noses , ' and he adds , as if party were at the root of every mischief in the country , that they were all Whigs . Who has not trembled at the Mohock's name ? ' is Gay's exclamation in his Trivia ; and in that ...
Side 22
... night . Among fashionable ladies the passion was quite as strong as among men , and the professor of whist and quadrille became a regular attendant at their levees . Miss Pelham , the daughter of the prime minister , was one of the most ...
... night . Among fashionable ladies the passion was quite as strong as among men , and the professor of whist and quadrille became a regular attendant at their levees . Miss Pelham , the daughter of the prime minister , was one of the most ...
Side 50
... Night primæval and of Chaos old ! Before her Fancy's gilded clouds decay , And all its varying rainbows die away . Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires , The meteor drops , and in a flash expires , As one by one at dread Medea's ...
... Night primæval and of Chaos old ! Before her Fancy's gilded clouds decay , And all its varying rainbows die away . Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires , The meteor drops , and in a flash expires , As one by one at dread Medea's ...
Side 68
... night he declines on his Thetis's breast . ' So when I am wearied with wandering all day , To thee , my delight , in the evening I come ; No matter what beauties I saw in my way ; They were but my visits , but thou art my home . Then ...
... night he declines on his Thetis's breast . ' So when I am wearied with wandering all day , To thee , my delight , in the evening I come ; No matter what beauties I saw in my way ; They were but my visits , but thou art my home . Then ...
Side 74
... nights . So popular did the opera become , that ladies carried about the songs on their fans . Eight years before , Gay had published his poems by subscription , and in those happy days for versemen had gained £ 1,000 by the venture ...
... nights . So popular did the opera become , that ladies carried about the songs on their fans . Eight years before , Gay had published his poems by subscription , and in those happy days for versemen had gained £ 1,000 by the venture ...
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Aaron Hill Addison admiration Ambrose Philips appeared Arbuthnot argument Atterbury beauty Beggar's Opera Berkeley Bishop blank verse Bolingbroke born called century character charm Cibber Colley Cibber couplet criticism death Defoe Defoe's Deist delight died dramatic Dunciad edition England English Epistle Essay eyes fame famous followed gained Gay's genius holy orders honour Horace Horace Walpole humour Iliad imagination John Johnson judgment King labour Lady language later letters literary literature lived London Lord merit mind moral nature never observes passion philosopher Pindaric play poem poet poet's poetical poetry political Pope Pope's praise Prior prose published Queen Anne reader regarded satire says Scriblerus Club sense song Spectator spirit Steele Stella style Swift Tatler things Thomson thought tion tragedy Twickenham virtue volume Walpole Warburton Whig William William Law women writes written wrote Young
Populære avsnitt
Side 110 - I hear a voice, you cannot hear, Which says, I must not stay ; I see a hand, you cannot see, Which beckons me away.
Side 89 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills ; And let me catch it, as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid, and profound; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale ; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound His stupendous praise ; whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him ; whose sun exalts,...
Side 45 - There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl The feast of reason and the flow of soul...
Side 82 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man ! How passing wonder He who made him such ! Who centered in our make such strange extremes.
Side 220 - Sir, he was a scoundrel, and a coward : a scoundrel for charging a blunderbuss against religion and morality ; a coward, because he had not resolution to fire it off himself, but left half a crown to a beggarly Scotchman to draw the trigger after his death...
Side 117 - Whoe'er has travelled life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest welcome — at an inn.
Side 148 - She was a very beautiful woman, of a noble spirit, and there was a dignity in her grief amidst all the wildness of her transport which, methought, struck me with an instinct of sorrow, that, before I was sensible of what it was to grieve, seized my very soul, and has made pity the weakness of my heart ever since.
Side 32 - Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride...
Side 82 - An heir of glory! a frail child of dust! Helpless immortal! insect infinite! A worm! — a god! — I tremble at myself, And in myself am lost!
Side 82 - A worm ! a god ! I tremble at myself, And in myself am lost. At home a stranger, Thought wanders up and down, surprised, aghast. And wondering at her own. How reason reels . O, what a miracle to man is man ! Triumphantly distressed!