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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... vitroque magis perlucidus omni , 180 Fons facer ; hunc multi numen habere putant . Quem fuprà ramos expandit aquatica lotos , Una nemus ; tenero cespite terra viret . Then frantic rife , and like fome Fury rove Thro 16 SAPPHO PHAONI .
... vitroque magis perlucidus omni , 180 Fons facer ; hunc multi numen habere putant . Quem fuprà ramos expandit aquatica lotos , Una nemus ; tenero cespite terra viret . Then frantic rife , and like fome Fury rove Thro 16 SAPPHO PHAONI .
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... Thro ' lonely plains , and thro ' the filent grove , 160 As if the filent grove , and lonely plains , That knew my pleasures , could relieve my pains . I view the grotto , once the scene of love , The rocks around , the hanging roofs ...
... Thro ' lonely plains , and thro ' the filent grove , 160 As if the filent grove , and lonely plains , That knew my pleasures , could relieve my pains . I view the grotto , once the scene of love , The rocks around , the hanging roofs ...
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... after line my gushing eyes o'erflow , Led thro ' a fad variety of woe : 35 Now warm in love , now with'ring in my bloom , Loft in a convent's folitary gloom ! There stern Religion quench'd th ' unwilling flame , There 30 ELOISA TO ABELARD .
... after line my gushing eyes o'erflow , Led thro ' a fad variety of woe : 35 Now warm in love , now with'ring in my bloom , Loft in a convent's folitary gloom ! There stern Religion quench'd th ' unwilling flame , There 30 ELOISA TO ABELARD .
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... 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 How oft , when prefs'd to marriage , have I said , Curfe on ...
... 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 How oft , when prefs'd to marriage , have I said , Curfe on ...
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... Thro ' dreary waftes , and weep each other's woe , Where round fome mould'ring tow'r pale ivy creeps , 235 240 And low - brow'd rocks hang nodding o'er the deeps , Sudden you mount , you beckon from the skies ; D 4 ELOISA TO ABELARD . 39.
... Thro ' dreary waftes , and weep each other's woe , Where round fome mould'ring tow'r pale ivy creeps , 235 240 And low - brow'd rocks hang nodding o'er the deeps , Sudden you mount , you beckon from the skies ; D 4 ELOISA TO ABELARD . 39.
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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?