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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... 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 , One Daphne warm'd , and one the Cretan dame ; Nymphs that in verfe no more could ...
... 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 , One Daphne warm'd , and one the Cretan dame ; Nymphs that in verfe no more could ...
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... receive ; And take at least the love you will not give . See , while I write , my words are loft in tears ! The less my sense , the more my love appears . 110 Si tam certus eras hinc ire , modeftius iffes , SAPPHO TO PHAO N. II.
... receive ; And take at least the love you will not give . See , while I write , my words are loft in tears ! The less my sense , the more my love appears . 110 Si tam certus eras hinc ire , modeftius iffes , SAPPHO TO PHAO N. II.
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... ; fed omnia fiunt . Et juvat , et fine te non libet effe mihi . At cum fe Titan oftendit , et omnia fecum ; Tam cito me fomnos deftituiffe queror . My scornful brother with a smile appears , 135 Infults 14 SAP PHO PHAONI .
... ; fed omnia fiunt . Et juvat , et fine te non libet effe mihi . At cum fe Titan oftendit , et omnia fecum ; Tam cito me fomnos deftituiffe queror . My scornful brother with a smile appears , 135 Infults 14 SAP PHO PHAONI .
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... appears , 135 Infults my woes , and triumphs in my 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 ...
... appears , 135 Infults my woes , and triumphs in my 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 ...
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... appear to mourn , And birds defer their fongs till thy return : Night fhades the groves , and all in filence lie , All but the mournful Philomel and I : With mournful Philomel I join my strain , Of Tereus fhe , of Phaon I complain . 176 ...
... appear to mourn , And birds defer their fongs till thy return : Night fhades the groves , and all in filence lie , All but the mournful Philomel and I : With mournful Philomel I join my strain , Of Tereus fhe , of Phaon I complain . 176 ...
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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?