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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... tender years , My parent's ashes drank my early tears : My brother next , neglecting wealth and fame , 75 Ignobly burn'd in a destructive flame : 80 An infant daughter late my griefs increas'd , And all a mother's cares diftract my ...
... tender years , My parent's ashes drank my early tears : My brother next , neglecting wealth and fame , 75 Ignobly burn'd in a destructive flame : 80 An infant daughter late my griefs increas'd , And all a mother's cares diftract my ...
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... tender bofom 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 ...
... tender bofom 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 ...
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... tender words I hear and speak ; A thousand melting kiffes give , and take : Then fiercer joys , I blush to mention these , Yet , while I blush , confess how much they please . But when , with day , the fweet delufions fly , 155 And all ...
... tender words I hear and speak ; A thousand melting kiffes give , and take : Then fiercer joys , I blush to mention these , Yet , while I blush , confess how much they please . But when , with day , the fweet delufions fly , 155 And all ...
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... tender Sappho fly ? 1 Thy charms than those may far more pow'rful be , And Phœbus ' felf is lefs a God to , me . 221 Ah ! canst thou doom me to the rocks and fea , Oh far more faithless and more hard than they ? Ah ! canft thou rather ...
... tender Sappho fly ? 1 Thy charms than those may far more pow'rful be , And Phœbus ' felf is lefs a God to , me . 221 Ah ! canst thou doom me to the rocks and fea , Oh far more faithless and more hard than they ? Ah ! canft thou rather ...
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... tender- nefs , occafioned those celebrated letters ( out of which the following is partly extracted ) which give fo lively a picture of the ftruggles of grace and nature , vir- tue and paffion . P. Plate IV . Vol . II . facing p.29 .
... tender- nefs , occafioned those celebrated letters ( out of which the following is partly extracted ) which give fo lively a picture of the ftruggles of grace and nature , vir- tue and paffion . P. Plate IV . Vol . II . facing p.29 .
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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?