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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... o'er- grown , 165 Than Phrygian marble , or the Parian stone . I find the shades that veil'd our joys before ; But , Phaon gone , thofe fhades delight no more . Here the prefs'd herbs with bending tops betray Where oft entwin'd in am ...
... o'er- grown , 165 Than Phrygian marble , or the Parian stone . I find the shades that veil'd our joys before ; But , Phaon gone , thofe fhades delight no more . Here the prefs'd herbs with bending tops betray Where oft entwin'd in am ...
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... o'er the main , Nor let a Lover's death the guiltless flood profane ! ) On Phoebus ' shrine my harp I'll then bestow , 212 And this Inscription shall be plac❜d below , " Here the who fung , to him that did inspire , Sappho to Phoebus ...
... o'er the main , Nor let a Lover's death the guiltless flood profane ! ) On Phoebus ' shrine my harp I'll then bestow , 212 And this Inscription shall be plac❜d below , " Here the who fung , to him that did inspire , Sappho to Phoebus ...
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... 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 tinkling rills , The dying gales that pant upon the trees , The lakes that quiver to ...
... 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 tinkling rills , The dying gales that pant upon the trees , The lakes that quiver to ...
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... o'er all thy charms , And round thy phantom glue my clasping arms . I wake : --- no more I hear , no more I view , The phantom flies me , as unkind as you . I call aloud ; it hears not what I say : I stretch my empty arms ; it glides ...
... o'er all thy charms , And round thy phantom glue my clasping arms . I wake : --- no more I hear , no more I view , The phantom flies me , as unkind as you . I call aloud ; it hears not what I say : I stretch my empty arms ; it glides ...
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... o'er ; And ev❜n my Abelard be lov'd no more . Oh Death all - eloquent ! you only prove What duft we doat on , when ' tis man we love . Then too , when fate fhall thy fair frame destroy , ( That cause of all my guilt , and all my joy ) ...
... o'er ; And ev❜n my Abelard be lov'd no more . Oh Death all - eloquent ! you only prove What duft we doat on , when ' tis man we love . Then too , when fate fhall thy fair frame destroy , ( That cause of all my guilt , and all my joy ) ...
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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?