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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... move , Once the dear Objects of my guilty love ; All other loves are loft in only thine , Ah youth ungrateful to a ... moving lyre , 35 Which Venus tunes , and all her loves infpire ; To me what nature has in charms deny'd , Is well by ...
... move , Once the dear Objects of my guilty love ; All other loves are loft in only thine , Ah youth ungrateful to a ... moving lyre , 35 Which Venus tunes , and all her loves infpire ; To me what nature has in charms deny'd , Is well by ...
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... move , Still is there cause for Sappho ftill to love : So from my birth the Sifters fix'd my doom , gave to Venus all my life to come ; Or , while my Mufe in melting notes complains , My yielding heart keeps measure to my strains . By ...
... move , Still is there cause for Sappho ftill to love : So from my birth the Sifters fix'd my doom , gave to Venus all my life to come ; Or , while my Mufe in melting notes complains , My yielding heart keeps measure to my strains . By ...
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... move One favage heart , or teach it how to love ? The winds my pray'rs , my fighs , my numbers bear , The flying winds have loft them all in air ! 245 Or when , alas ! fhall more aufpicious gales To these fond eyes restore thy welcome ...
... move One favage heart , or teach it how to love ? The winds my pray'rs , my fighs , my numbers bear , The flying winds have loft them all in air ! 245 Or when , alas ! fhall more aufpicious gales To these fond eyes restore thy welcome ...
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... move ? Too foon they taught me ' twas no fin to love : Back thro ' the paths of pleasing sense I ran , Nor wish'd an Angel whom I lov'd a Man . 70 Dim and remote the joys of faints I fee ; Nor envy them that heav'n I lose for thee . 7.5 ...
... move ? Too foon they taught me ' twas no fin to love : Back thro ' the paths of pleasing sense I ran , Nor wish'd an Angel whom I lov'd a Man . 70 Dim and remote the joys of faints I fee ; Nor envy them that heav'n I lose for thee . 7.5 ...
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... move , And all those tender names in one , thy love ! The darkfome pines that o'er yon rocks reclin'd Wave high , and murmur to the hollow wind , 156 The wand'ring ftreams that shine between the hills , The grots that echo to the ...
... move , And all those tender names in one , thy love ! The darkfome pines that o'er yon rocks reclin'd Wave high , and murmur to the hollow wind , 156 The wand'ring ftreams that shine between the hills , The grots that echo to the ...
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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?