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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... Shall fortune ftill in one fad tenor run , And still increase the woes fo foon begun ? Inur'd to forrow from my tender years , My parent's ashes drank my early tears : My brother next , neglecting wealth and fame , 75 Ignobly burn'd in ...
... Shall fortune ftill in one fad tenor run , And still increase the woes fo foon begun ? Inur'd to forrow from my tender years , My parent's ashes drank my early tears : My brother next , neglecting wealth and fame , 75 Ignobly burn'd in ...
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... shall be plac❜d below , " Here the who fung , to him that did inspire , Sappho to Phoebus confecrates her Lyre ; 215 What fuits with Sappho , Phoebus , fuits with thee ; " The gift , the giver , and the God agree . " 66 But why , alas ...
... shall be plac❜d below , " Here the who fung , to him that did inspire , Sappho to Phoebus confecrates her Lyre ; 215 What fuits with Sappho , Phoebus , fuits with thee ; " The gift , the giver , and the God agree . " 66 But why , alas ...
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... Poor Sappho dies while careless Phaon stays . O launch thy bark , nor fear the wat❜ry plain ; 250 Venus for thee shall smooth her native main . Ipfe gubernabit refidens in puppe Cupido : Ipfe dabit tenera C 4 SAPPHO TO PHAON . 23.
... Poor Sappho dies while careless Phaon stays . O launch thy bark , nor fear the wat❜ry plain ; 250 Venus for thee shall smooth her native main . Ipfe gubernabit refidens in puppe Cupido : Ipfe dabit tenera C 4 SAPPHO TO PHAON . 23.
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... shall spread the fwelling fails . If you will fly --- ( yet ah ! what cause can be , Too cruel youth , that you should fly from me ? ) If not from Phaon I must hope for ease , 256 Ah let me seek it from the raging feas : To raging seas ...
... shall spread the fwelling fails . If you will fly --- ( yet ah ! what cause can be , Too cruel youth , that you should fly from me ? ) If not from Phaon I must hope for ease , 256 Ah let me seek it from the raging feas : To raging seas ...
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... shall I lose the fin , yet keep the sense , And love th ' offender , yet deteft th ' offence ? How the dear object from the crime remove , Or how distinguish penitence from love ? Unequal task ! a paffion to refign , 190 195 For hearts ...
... shall I lose the fin , yet keep the sense , And love th ' offender , yet deteft th ' offence ? How the dear object from the crime remove , Or how distinguish penitence from love ? Unequal task ! a paffion to refign , 190 195 For hearts ...
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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 41 - Ah come not, write not, think not once of me, Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee. Thy oaths I quit, thy memory resign, Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine.
Page 33 - Ev'n thought meets thought, ere from the lips it part, And each warm wish springs mutual from the heart. This sure is bliss (if bliss on earth there be) And once the lot of Abelard and me.
Page 44 - If ever chance two wand'ring lovers brings To Paraclete's white walls and silver springs, O'er the pale marble shall they join their heads, And...
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 29 - IN these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heavenly-pensive 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 Eloisa yet must kiss the name.
Page 36 - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence., and a dread repose: Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Page 43 - Cross before my lifted eye, Teach me at once, and learn of me to die. Ah then, thy once-lov'd Eloi'sa see ! It will be then no crime to gaze on me.
Page 65 - The figur'd games of Greece the column grace, Neptune and Jove survey the rapid race. The youths hang o'er their chariots as they run ; The fiery steeds seem starting from the stone ; The champions in distorted postures threat ; And all appear'd irregularly great. Here happy Horace tun'd th...
Page 32 - Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies. Let wealth, let honour, wait the wedded dame, August her deed, and sacred be her fame; Before true passion all those views remove, Fame, wealth, and honour! what are you to Love?