The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: In Nine Volumes Complete, with His Last Corrections, Additions, and Improvements, as They Were Delivered to the Editor a Little Before His Death, Together with the Commentary and Notes of Mr. Warburton, 2. köideA. Millar, J. and R. Tonson, C. Bathurst, R. Baldwin, W. Johnston, J. Richardson, B. Law, S. Crowder, T. Longman, T. Field, and T. Caslon, 1760 |
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... eyes forget his Sappho's hand ? Must then her name the wretched writer prove , To thy remembrance loft , as to thy love ? Ask not the cause that I new numbers chuse , 5 The Lute neglected , and the Lyric muse ; Love taught my tears in ...
... eyes forget his Sappho's hand ? Must then her name the wretched writer prove , To thy remembrance loft , as to thy love ? Ask not the cause that I new numbers chuse , 5 The Lute neglected , and the Lyric muse ; Love taught my tears in ...
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... eyes ? The harp and bow would you like Phœbus bear , A brighter Phoebus Phaon might appear ; Would you with ivy wreath your flowing hair , 25 Not Bacchus ' felf with Phaon could compare : Yet Phoebus lov'd , and Bacchus felt the flame ...
... eyes ? The harp and bow would you like Phœbus bear , A brighter Phoebus Phaon might appear ; Would you with ivy wreath your flowing hair , 25 Not Bacchus ' felf with Phaon could compare : Yet Phoebus lov'd , and Bacchus felt the flame ...
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... eyes . O fcarce a youth , yet scarce a tender boy ! O useful time for lovers to employ ! 105 Pride of thy age , and glory of thy race , Come to these arms , and melt in this embrace ! The vows you never will return , receive ; And take ...
... eyes . O fcarce a youth , yet scarce a tender boy ! O useful time for lovers to employ ! 105 Pride of thy age , and glory of thy race , Come to these arms , and melt in this embrace ! The vows you never will return , receive ; And take ...
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... eyes , And why this grief ? thy daughter lives , he cries . Stung with my love , and furious with despair , All torn my garments , and my bosom bare , 140 My woes , thy crimes , I to the world proclaim ; Such inconfiftent things are ...
... eyes , And why this grief ? thy daughter lives , he cries . Stung with my love , and furious with despair , All torn my garments , and my bosom bare , 140 My woes , thy crimes , I to the world proclaim ; Such inconfiftent things are ...
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... eyes . 200 I go , ye Nymphs ! those rocks and feas to prove ; How much I fear , but ah , how much I love ! I go , ye Nymphs , where furious love inspires ; Let female fears fubmit to female fires . To rocks and feas I fly from Phaon's ...
... eyes . 200 I go , ye Nymphs ! those rocks and feas to prove ; How much I fear , but ah , how much I love ! I go , ye Nymphs , where furious love inspires ; Let female fears fubmit to female fires . To rocks and feas I fly from Phaon's ...
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Page 36 - The darksome pines, that o'er yon rocks reclin'd, Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wandering streams that shine between the hills, The grots that echo to the tinkling rills, The dying gales that pant upon the trees, The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze...
Page 35 - With other beauties charm my partial eyes, Full in my view set all the bright abode, And make my soul quit Abelard for God. Ah think at least thy flock deserves thy care, Plants of thy hand, and children of thy pray'r.
Page 30 - Still breath'd in sighs, still usher'd with a tear. I tremble too, where'er my own I find, Some dire misfortune follows close behind. Line after line my gushing eyes o'erflow...
Page 33 - em all: Not Caesar's empress would I deign to prove; No, make me mistress to the man I love; If there be yet another name more free, More fond than mistress, make me that to thee!
Page 37 - Ev'n here, where frozen chastity retires, Love finds an altar for forbidden fires. I ought to grieve, but cannot what I ought; I mourn the lover, not lament the fault; I view my crime, but kindle at the view...
Page 40 - Stain all my soul, and wanton in my eyes. I waste the Matin lamp in sighs for thee, Thy image steals between my God and me, Thy voice I seem in...
Page 26 - midst the stars inscribe Belinda's name. ELOISA TO ABELARD ARGUMENT ABELARD and Eloisa flourished in the twelfth Century; they were two of the most distinguished Persons of their age in learning and beauty, but for nothing more famous than for their unfortunate passion. After a long course of calamities, they retired each to a several Convent, and consecrated the remainder of their days to religion.
Page 34 - Still on that breast enamour'd let me lie, Still drink delicious poison from thy eye, Pant on thy lip, and to thy heart be press'd; Give all thou canst — and let me dream the rest.
Page 31 - Yet write, oh write me all, that I may join Griefs to thy griefs, and echo sighs to thine. Nor foes nor fortune take this pow'r away; And is my Abelard less kind than they?
Page 29 - Contemplation dwells, And ever-musing Melancholy reigns, What means this tumult in a vestal's veins ? Why rove my thoughts beyond this last retreat ? Why feels my heart its long-forgotten heat ? Yet, yet I love ! — From Abelard it came, And Eloi'sa yet must kiss the name.