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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... round your neck in wanton wreaths I twine , Then you , methinks , as fondly circle mine : A thousand tender words I hear and speak ; A thousand melting kiffes , give , and take : Then fiercer joys , I blush to mention these , Yet while ...
... round your neck in wanton wreaths I twine , Then you , methinks , as fondly circle mine : A thousand tender words I hear and speak ; A thousand melting kiffes , give , and take : Then fiercer joys , I blush to mention these , Yet while ...
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... prays , 5 10 15 Her heart ftill dictates , and her hand obeys . Relentless walls ! whofe darkfome round contains Repentant fighs , and voluntary pains : 1 Ye rugged rocks ! which holy knees have worn ELOISA to ABELARD, an Epifile :
... prays , 5 10 15 Her heart ftill dictates , and her hand obeys . Relentless walls ! whofe darkfome round contains Repentant fighs , and voluntary pains : 1 Ye rugged rocks ! which holy knees have worn ELOISA to ABELARD, an Epifile :
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... round her throws A death - like filence , and a dread repofe : Her gloomy prefence faddens all the scene , Shades ev'ry flow'r , and darkens ev'ry green , Deepens the murmur of the falling floods , 165 And breathes a browner horror on ...
... round her throws A death - like filence , and a dread repofe : Her gloomy prefence faddens all the scene , Shades ev'ry flow'r , and darkens ev'ry green , Deepens the murmur of the falling floods , 165 And breathes a browner horror on ...
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... round thy phantom glue my clafping arms . I wake : no more I hear , no more I view , -- The phantom flies me , as unkind as you . I call aloud ; it hears not what I fay : I ftretch my empty arms ; it glides away . 235 To dream once more ...
... round thy phantom glue my clafping arms . I wake : no more I hear , no more I view , -- The phantom flies me , as unkind as you . I call aloud ; it hears not what I fay : I ftretch my empty arms ; it glides away . 235 To dream once more ...
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... round . While proftrate here in humble grief I lie , Kind , virtuous drops juft gath'ring in my eye , While praying , trembling , in the dust I roll , And dawning grace is op'ning on my foul : Come , if thou dar'ft , all charming as ...
... round . While proftrate here in humble grief I lie , Kind , virtuous drops juft gath'ring in my eye , While praying , trembling , in the dust I roll , And dawning grace is op'ning on my foul : Come , if thou dar'ft , all charming as ...
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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...