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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... tears in fadder notes to flow , And tun'd my heart to Elegies of woe . I burn , I burn , as when through ripen'd corn By driving winds the spreading flames are born ! Phaon to ¯tna's fcorching fields retires , While I consume with more ...
... tears in fadder notes to flow , And tun'd my heart to Elegies of woe . I burn , I burn , as when through ripen'd corn By driving winds the spreading flames are born ! Phaon to ¯tna's fcorching fields retires , While I consume with more ...
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... tears : My brother next , neglecting wealth and fame , 75 Ignobly burn'd in a destructive flame : 80 An infant daughter late my griefs increas'd , And all a mother's cares diftract my breast . Alas , what more could fate itself impose ...
... tears : My brother next , neglecting wealth and fame , 75 Ignobly burn'd in a destructive flame : 80 An infant daughter late my griefs increas'd , And all a mother's cares diftract my breast . Alas , what more could fate itself impose ...
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... tear did you , no parting kiss receive , Nor knew I then how much I was to grieve . No lover's gift your Sappho could ... tears again . Not fiercer pangs diftract the mournful dame , Whose first - born infant feeds the fun'ral flame ...
... tear did you , no parting kiss receive , Nor knew I then how much I was to grieve . No lover's gift your Sappho could ... tears again . Not fiercer pangs diftract the mournful dame , Whose first - born infant feeds the fun'ral flame ...
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... tears , His hated image ever haunts my 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 ...
... tears , His hated image ever haunts my 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 ...
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... tears the with'ring herbs bedew . For thee the fading trees appear to mourn , And birds defer their fongs till thy return : Night shades the groves , and all in filence lie , All but the mournful Philomel and I : With mournful Philomel ...
... tears the with'ring herbs bedew . For thee the fading trees appear to mourn , And birds defer their fongs till thy return : Night shades the groves , and all in filence lie , All but the mournful Philomel and I : With mournful Philomel ...
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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.