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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... thee . The Muses teach me all their fofest lays , 29 And the wide world resounds with Sappho's praife . Tho ' great Alcæus more fublimely fings , And ftrikes with bolder rage the founding ftrings , No lefs renown attends the moving lyre ...
... thee . The Muses teach me all their fofest lays , 29 And the wide world resounds with Sappho's praife . Tho ' great Alcæus more fublimely fings , And ftrikes with bolder rage the founding ftrings , No lefs renown attends the moving lyre ...
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... thee , the last and greatest of my woes ? No more my robes in waving purple flow , Nor on my hand the sparkling di ... thee to the skies , But Mars on thee might look with Venus ' eyes . 90 100 O nec adhuc juvenis , nec jam puer ! utilis ...
... thee , the last and greatest of my woes ? No more my robes in waving purple flow , Nor on my hand the sparkling di ... thee to the skies , But Mars on thee might look with Venus ' eyes . 90 100 O nec adhuc juvenis , nec jam puer ! utilis ...
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... thee , When first I heard ( from whom I hardly knew ) That you were fled , and all my joys with you , Like fome fad ftatue , fpeechlefs , pale I stood , Grief chill'd my breast , and stopp'd my freezing blood ; No figh to rife , no tear ...
... thee , When first I heard ( from whom I hardly knew ) That you were fled , and all my joys with you , Like fome fad ftatue , fpeechlefs , pale I stood , Grief chill'd my breast , and stopp'd my freezing blood ; No figh to rife , no tear ...
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... thee the fading trees appear to mourn , And birds defer their fongs till thy return : Night fhades the groves , and all in filence lie , All but the mournful Philomel and I : With mournful Philomel I join my strain , Of Tereus fhe , of ...
... thee the fading trees appear to mourn , And birds defer their fongs till thy return : Night fhades the groves , and all in filence lie , All but the mournful Philomel and I : With mournful Philomel I join my strain , Of Tereus fhe , of ...
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... thee ; " The Gift , the giver , and the God agree . " But why , alas , relentless youth , aḥ why To diftant feas muft tender Sappho fly ? Thy charms than thofe may far more pow'rful be , And Phoebus ' felf is lefs a God to me . 226 Ah ...
... thee ; " The Gift , the giver , and the God agree . " But why , alas , relentless youth , aḥ why To diftant feas muft tender Sappho fly ? Thy charms than thofe may far more pow'rful be , And Phoebus ' felf is lefs a God to me . 226 Ah ...
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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...