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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... husband , friend ! Ah let thy handmaid , fifter , daughter move , And all thofe tender names in one , thy love ! The darkfome pines that o'er yon rocks reclin'd 155 Wave high , and murmur to the hollow wind , The wand'ring streams that ...
... husband , friend ! Ah let thy handmaid , fifter , daughter move , And all thofe tender names in one , thy love ! The darkfome pines that o'er yon rocks reclin'd 155 Wave high , and murmur to the hollow wind , The wand'ring streams that ...
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Alexander Pope. Plate VI . Vol.II. facing p.79 . Old as he was and void of lye - sight too , " What coud alass ! a helpless Husband do . Jan & May . 679 ) JANUARY A N D M A Y. T.
Alexander Pope. Plate VI . Vol.II. facing p.79 . Old as he was and void of lye - sight too , " What coud alass ! a helpless Husband do . Jan & May . 679 ) JANUARY A N D M A Y. T.
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... husband and a loving wife . These thoughts he fortify'd with reafons ftill , ( For none want reasons to confirm their will . ) Grave authors fay , and witty poets fing , That honeft wedlock is a glorious thing : But depth of judgment ...
... husband and a loving wife . These thoughts he fortify'd with reafons ftill , ( For none want reasons to confirm their will . ) Grave authors fay , and witty poets fing , That honeft wedlock is a glorious thing : But depth of judgment ...
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... husband fnor'd away the night , " Till coughs awak'd him near the morning light . What then he did , I'll not prefume to tell , Nor if fhe thought herself in heav'n or hell : Honeft and dull in nuptial bed they lay , Till the bell toll ...
... husband fnor'd away the night , " Till coughs awak'd him near the morning light . What then he did , I'll not prefume to tell , Nor if fhe thought herself in heav'n or hell : Honeft and dull in nuptial bed they lay , Till the bell toll ...
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... husband may , ' tis known , Who , wifely , never thinks the case his own . The dame at laft , by diligence and care , Procur'd the key her knight was wont to bear ; She took the wards in wax before the fire , And gave th ' impreffion to ...
... husband may , ' tis known , Who , wifely , never thinks the case his own . The dame at laft , by diligence and care , Procur'd the key her knight was wont to bear ; She took the wards in wax before the fire , And gave th ' impreffion to ...
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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...