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 |
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... such arts as these ? He's gone , whom only fhe defir'd to please ! Cupid's light darts my tender bofom move , Still is there cause for Sappho still to love : So from my birth the Sifters fix'd my doom , And gave to Venus all my life to ...
... such arts as these ? He's gone , whom only fhe defir'd to please ! Cupid's light darts my tender bofom move , Still is there cause for Sappho still to love : So from my birth the Sifters fix'd my doom , And gave to Venus all my life to ...
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... Such inconfiftent things are love and fhame ! ' Tis thou art all my care and my delight , My daily longing , and my dream by night : Oh night more pleafing than the brightest day , 145 When fancy gives what abfence takes away , And ...
... Such inconfiftent things are love and fhame ! ' Tis thou art all my care and my delight , My daily longing , and my dream by night : Oh night more pleafing than the brightest day , 145 When fancy gives what abfence takes away , And ...
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... Such if there be , who loves fo long , fo well ; Let him our fad , our tender story tell ! 360 The well - fung woes will footh my penfive ghoft ; He beft can paint ' em who fhall feel ' em most . 364 NOTES . VER . 343. May one kind ...
... Such if there be , who loves fo long , fo well ; Let him our fad , our tender story tell ! 360 The well - fung woes will footh my penfive ghoft ; He beft can paint ' em who fhall feel ' em most . 364 NOTES . VER . 343. May one kind ...
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... Such was her form , as ancient bards have told , Wings raife her arms , and wings her feet infold ; A thousand bufy tongues the Goddess bears , And thousand open eyes , and thousand liftn'ning ears . Beneath , in order rang'd , the ...
... Such was her form , as ancient bards have told , Wings raife her arms , and wings her feet infold ; A thousand bufy tongues the Goddess bears , And thousand open eyes , and thousand liftn'ning ears . Beneath , in order rang'd , the ...
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... Such prudence , Sir , in all your words appears , As plainly proves , experience dwells with years ! Yet you purfue fage Solomon's advice , 140 145 151 To work by counsel when affairs are nice : But with the wifeman's leave , I must ...
... Such prudence , Sir , in all your words appears , As plainly proves , experience dwells with years ! Yet you purfue fage Solomon's advice , 140 145 151 To work by counsel when affairs are nice : But with the wifeman's leave , I must ...
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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...