The works of Alexander Pope. With his last corrections, additions, and improvements; together with all his notes: pr. verbatim from the octavo ed. of mr. Warburton, Volumen21754 |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 5
Página 3
... Soft fcenes of folitude no more can please , Love enters there , and I'm my own disease . No more the Lesbian dames my paffion move , Once the dear objects of my guilty love ; 15 Atque aliae centum , quas non fine crimine amavi : A 2.
... Soft fcenes of folitude no more can please , Love enters there , and I'm my own disease . No more the Lesbian dames my paffion move , Once the dear objects of my guilty love ; 15 Atque aliae centum , quas non fine crimine amavi : A 2.
Página 34
... Soft as the flumbers of a faint forgiv'n , And mild as op'ning gleams of promis'd heav'n . Come , Abelard ! for what haft thou to dread ? The torch of Venus burns not for the dead . Nature ftands check'd ; Religion disapproves ; Ev'n ...
... Soft as the flumbers of a faint forgiv'n , And mild as op'ning gleams of promis'd heav'n . Come , Abelard ! for what haft thou to dread ? The torch of Venus burns not for the dead . Nature ftands check'd ; Religion disapproves ; Ev'n ...
Página 35
... soft a tear . When from the cenfer clouds of fragrance roll , And fwelling organs lift the rifing foul , One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight , Priests , tapers , temples , swim before my fight : In feas of flame my plunging ...
... soft a tear . When from the cenfer clouds of fragrance roll , And fwelling organs lift the rifing foul , One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight , Priests , tapers , temples , swim before my fight : In feas of flame my plunging ...
Página 66
... blow their loos fo cleare , In his golden clarioune , Through the world went the foune , All fo kindly , and eke so soft , That their fame was blown aloft . 1 380 Next thefe a youthful train their vows exprefs'd , 66 TEMPLE THE.
... blow their loos fo cleare , In his golden clarioune , Through the world went the foune , All fo kindly , and eke so soft , That their fame was blown aloft . 1 380 Next thefe a youthful train their vows exprefs'd , 66 TEMPLE THE.
Página 227
... soft sliding to and fro . There oft are heard the notes of Infant Woe , 5 The fhort thick Sob , loud Scream , and fhriller Squall : How can ye , Mothers , vex your children fo ? Some play , fome eat , fome cack against the wall , And as ...
... soft sliding to and fro . There oft are heard the notes of Infant Woe , 5 The fhort thick Sob , loud Scream , and fhriller Squall : How can ye , Mothers , vex your children fo ? Some play , fome eat , fome cack against the wall , And as ...
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
Pasajes populares
Página 31 - Sad proof how well a lover can obey ! Death, only death, can break the lasting chain ; And here ev'n then, shall my cold dust remain, Here all its frailties, all its flames resign, And wait, till 'tis no sin to mix with thine.
Página 31 - 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.
Página 28 - 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?
Página 37 - 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 drink the...
Página 26 - Yet write, oh write me all, that I may join Griefs to thy griefs, and echo sighs to thine.
Página 36 - Assist the fiends, and tear me from my God! No, fly me, fly me, far as Pole from Pole; Rise Alps between us!
Página 30 - And gleams of glory brighten'd all the day. But now no face divine contentment wears, 'Tis all blank sadness, or continual tears. See how the force of others...
Página 26 - Relentless walls ! whose darksome round contains Repentant sighs, and voluntary pains : Ye rugged rocks, which holy knees have worn ; Ye grots and caverns shagg'd with horrid thorn...
Página 36 - 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.
Página 36 - And more than Echoes talk along the walls. Here, as I watch'd the dying lamps around, From yonder shrine I heard a hollow sound. 'Come, sister, come!' (it said, or seem'd to say) 'Thy place is here, sad sister, come away! 310 Once like thyself, I trembled, wept, and pray'd, Love's victim then, tho...