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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... . 75 . IMITATIONS . Love will not be confin'd by Maisterie : When Maifterie comes , the Lord of Love anon Flutters his wings , and forthwith is he gone . Chaucer . P. The jealous God , when we profane his fires , 32 ELOISA TO ABELARD .
... . 75 . IMITATIONS . Love will not be confin'd by Maisterie : When Maifterie comes , the Lord of Love anon Flutters his wings , and forthwith is he gone . Chaucer . P. The jealous God , when we profane his fires , 32 ELOISA TO ABELARD .
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... Lord . These weighty motives , January the fage Maturely ponder'd in his riper age ; 75 And charm'd with virtuous joys , and fober life , Would try that christian comfort , call'd a wife . 80 His friends were fummon'd on a point so nice ...
... Lord . These weighty motives , January the fage Maturely ponder'd in his riper age ; 75 And charm'd with virtuous joys , and fober life , Would try that christian comfort , call'd a wife . 80 His friends were fummon'd on a point so nice ...
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... lord affirm'd that black was white , 160 My word was this , " Your honour's in the right . " Th ' affuming Wit , who deems himself so wise , As his mistaken patron to advise , ways ; Let him not dare to vent his dang'rous thought ...
... lord affirm'd that black was white , 160 My word was this , " Your honour's in the right . " Th ' affuming Wit , who deems himself so wise , As his mistaken patron to advise , ways ; Let him not dare to vent his dang'rous thought ...
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... Lord : Your will is mine ; and is ( I will maintain ) Pleafing to God , and should be so to Man ; At least , your courage all the world must praise , Who dare to wed in your declining days . Indulge the vigour of your mounting blood ...
... Lord : Your will is mine ; and is ( I will maintain ) Pleafing to God , and should be so to Man ; At least , your courage all the world must praise , Who dare to wed in your declining days . Indulge the vigour of your mounting blood ...
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... trust me , Sir , the chastest you can chuse Will afk obfervance , and exact her dues . If what I fpeak my noble Lord offend , My tedious fermon here is at an end . 215 ' Tis well , ' tis wondrous well , the JANUARY AND MAY . 95.
... trust me , Sir , the chastest you can chuse Will afk obfervance , and exact her dues . If what I fpeak my noble Lord offend , My tedious fermon here is at an end . 215 ' Tis well , ' tis wondrous well , the JANUARY AND MAY . 95.
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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?