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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... thee . The mufes teach me all their softest lays , And the wide world refounds with Sappho's praife . Tho ' great Alcæus more fublimely fings , And ftrikes with bolder rage the founding ftrings , No lefs renown attends the moving lyre ...
... thee . The mufes teach me all their softest lays , And the wide world refounds with Sappho's praife . Tho ' great Alcæus more fublimely fings , And ftrikes with bolder rage the founding ftrings , No lefs renown attends the moving lyre ...
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... thee , the laft and greatest of my woes ? No more my robes in waving purple flow , Nor on my hand the sparkling di'monds glow ; No more my locks in ringlets curl'd diffuse The coftly sweetness of Arabian dews , Nor braids of gold the ...
... thee , the laft and greatest of my woes ? No more my robes in waving purple flow , Nor on my hand the sparkling di'monds glow ; No more my locks in ringlets curl'd diffuse The coftly sweetness of Arabian dews , Nor braids of gold the ...
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... thee to the skies , But Mars on thee might look with Venus ' eyes . O scarce a youth , yet scarce a tender boy ! O useful time for lovers to employ ! 105 Pride of thy age , and glory of thy race , Come to these arms , and melt in this ...
... thee to the skies , But Mars on thee might look with Venus ' eyes . O scarce a youth , yet scarce a tender boy ! O useful time for lovers to employ ! 105 Pride of thy age , and glory of thy race , Come to these arms , and melt in this ...
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... thee , When first I heard ( from whom I hardly knew ) That you were fled , and all my joys with you , Like some sad statue , fpeechlefs , pale I stood , 125 Grief chill'd my breaft , and stopp'd my freezing blood ; No figh to rife , no ...
... thee , When first I heard ( from whom I hardly knew ) That you were fled , and all my joys with you , Like some sad statue , fpeechlefs , pale I stood , 125 Grief chill'd my breaft , and stopp'd my freezing blood ; No figh to rife , no ...
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... thee the fading trees 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 ...
... thee the fading trees 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 ...
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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?