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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... trembling ftring : My Phaon's fled , and I those arts refign 235 ( Wretch that I am , to call that Phaon mine ! ) Return , fair youth , return , and bring along Joy to my foul , and vigour to my song : Absent from thee , the Poet's ...
... trembling ftring : My Phaon's fled , and I those arts refign 235 ( Wretch that I am , to call that Phaon mine ! ) Return , fair youth , return , and bring along Joy to my foul , and vigour to my song : Absent from thee , the Poet's ...
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... trembling I unclose , That well - known name awakens all my woes . 30 Oh name for ever fad ! for ever dear ! Still breath'd in fighs , still usher'd with a tear . I tremble too , where'er my own I find , Some dire misfortune follows ...
... trembling I unclose , That well - known name awakens all my woes . 30 Oh name for ever fad ! for ever dear ! Still breath'd in fighs , still usher'd with a tear . I tremble too , where'er my own I find , Some dire misfortune follows ...
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... tremble round . While proftrate here in humble grief I lie , Kind , virtuous drops juft gath'ring in my eye , While praying , trembling , in the dust I roll , And dawning grace is op'ning on my foul : 280 Come , if thou dar'ft , all ...
... tremble round . While proftrate here in humble grief I lie , Kind , virtuous drops juft gath'ring in my eye , While praying , trembling , in the dust I roll , And dawning grace is op'ning on my foul : 280 Come , if thou dar'ft , all ...
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... tremble , and my eye - balls roll , Suck my last breath and catch my flying foul ! Ah no -- in facred vestments may'st thou ftand , 325 The hallow'd taper trembling in thy hand , Present the Crofs before my lifted eye , Teach me at once ...
... tremble , and my eye - balls roll , Suck my last breath and catch my flying foul ! Ah no -- in facred vestments may'st thou ftand , 325 The hallow'd taper trembling in thy hand , Present the Crofs before my lifted eye , Teach me at once ...
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... trembling music floats , And on the winds triumphant fwell the notes ; So foft , tho ' high , so loud , and yet so clear , Ev'n lift'ning Angels lean'd from heav'n to hear : To fartheft shores th ' Ambrofial spirit flies , 376 Sweet to ...
... trembling music floats , And on the winds triumphant fwell the notes ; So foft , tho ' high , so loud , and yet so clear , Ev'n lift'ning Angels lean'd from heav'n to hear : To fartheft shores th ' Ambrofial spirit flies , 376 Sweet to ...
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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.