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, Volumen 21754 |
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... still defir'd , " Till all diffolving in the trance we lay , And in tumultuous raptures dy'd away . The fair Sicilians now thy foul inflame ; Why was I born , ye Gods , a Lefbian dame ? But ah beware , Sicilian nymphs ! nor boast That ...
... still defir'd , " Till all diffolving in the trance we lay , And in tumultuous raptures dy'd away . The fair Sicilians now thy foul inflame ; Why was I born , ye Gods , a Lefbian dame ? But ah beware , Sicilian nymphs ! nor boast That ...
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... 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 come ; Or while my Mufe in melting notes complains , My yielding heart keeps measure to my strains , By charms ...
... 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 come ; Or while my Mufe in melting notes complains , My yielding heart keeps measure to my strains , By charms ...
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... Still breath'd in fighs , still usher'd with a tear . I tremble too , where'er my own I find , Some dire misfortune follows close behind . Line after line my gufhing eyes o'erflow , Led thro ' a fad variety of woe : Now warm in love ...
... Still breath'd in fighs , still usher'd with a tear . I tremble too , where'er my own I find , Some dire misfortune follows close behind . Line after line my gufhing eyes o'erflow , Led thro ' a fad variety of woe : Now warm in love ...
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... Still on that breast enamour'd let me lie , 120 Still drink delicious poison from thy eye , Pant on thy lip , and to thy heart be prefs'd ; Give all thou canft- and let me dream the rest . Ah no ! inftru & t me other joys to ELOISA TO ...
... Still on that breast enamour'd let me lie , 120 Still drink delicious poison from thy eye , Pant on thy lip , and to thy heart be prefs'd ; Give all thou canft- and let me dream the rest . Ah no ! inftru & t me other joys to ELOISA TO ...
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... Still as the fea , ere winds were taught to blow , Or moving fpirit bade the waters flow ; 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 ...
... Still as the fea , ere winds were taught to blow , Or moving fpirit bade the waters flow ; 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 ...
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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...