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, Volumen2A. 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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... breast . Alas , what more could fate itself impose , But 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 diffufe The ...
... breast . Alas , what more could fate itself impose , But 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 diffufe The ...
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... breast , and stopp'd my freezing blood ; No figh to rife , no tear had pow'r to flow , Fix'd in a stupid lethargy of woe : But when its way th ' impetuous paffion found , breaft I wound ; 130 I rend my treffes , and my I rave , then ...
... breast , and stopp'd my freezing blood ; No figh to rife , no tear had pow'r to flow , Fix'd in a stupid lethargy of woe : But when its way th ' impetuous paffion found , breaft I wound ; 130 I rend my treffes , and my I rave , then ...
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... breast Dash'd on these rocks than to thy bosom prest ? 225 This breast which once , in vain ! you lik'd so well ; Where the Loves play'd , and where the Muses dwell . Alas ! the Mufes now no more inspire , Untun'd my lute , and filent ...
... breast Dash'd on these rocks than to thy bosom prest ? 225 This breast which once , in vain ! you lik'd so well ; Where the Loves play'd , and where the Muses dwell . Alas ! the Mufes now no more inspire , Untun'd my lute , and filent ...
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... breast : Ev'n thought meets thought , ere from the lips it part , 95 And each warm wish springs mutual from the heart . This fure is bliss ( if bliss on earth there be ) And once the lot of Abelard and me . 100 Alas how chang'd ! what ...
... breast : Ev'n thought meets thought , ere from the lips it part , 95 And each warm wish springs mutual from the heart . This fure is bliss ( if bliss on earth there be ) And once the lot of Abelard and me . 100 Alas how chang'd ! what ...
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... breast , ( What time the morn mysterious visions brings , While purer flumbers spread their golden wings ) NOTES . VER . 1. In that foft feafon , etc. ] This Poem is introduced in the manner of the Provencial Poets , whose works were ...
... breast , ( What time the morn mysterious visions brings , While purer flumbers spread their golden wings ) NOTES . VER . 1. In that foft feafon , etc. ] This Poem is introduced in the manner of the Provencial Poets , whose works were ...
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Página 36 - The darksome pines, that o'er yon rocks reclin'd, Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wandering streams 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 the curling breeze...
Página 35 - With other beauties charm my partial eyes, Full in my view set all the bright abode, And make my soul quit Abelard for God. Ah think at least thy flock deserves thy care, Plants of thy hand, and children of thy pray'r.
Página 30 - Still breath'd in sighs, still usher'd with a tear. I tremble too, where'er my own I find, Some dire misfortune follows close behind. Line after line my gushing eyes o'erflow...
Página 33 - em all: Not Caesar's empress would I deign to prove; No, make me mistress to the man I love; If there be yet another name more free, More fond than mistress, make me that to thee!
Página 37 - Ev'n here, where frozen chastity retires, Love finds an altar for forbidden fires. I ought to grieve, but cannot what I ought; I mourn the lover, not lament the fault; I view my crime, but kindle at the view...
Página 40 - Stain all my soul, and wanton in my eyes. I waste the Matin lamp in sighs for thee, Thy image steals between my God and me, Thy voice I seem in...
Página 26 - midst the stars inscribe Belinda's name. ELOISA TO ABELARD ARGUMENT ABELARD and Eloisa flourished in the twelfth Century; they were two of the most distinguished Persons of their age in learning and beauty, but for nothing more famous than for their unfortunate passion. After a long course of calamities, they retired each to a several Convent, and consecrated the remainder of their days to religion.
Página 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.
Página 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?
Página 29 - 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 Eloi'sa yet must kiss the name.