 When from the censer clouds of fragrance roll, And swelling organs lift the rising soul, One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight, Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight: In seas of flame my plunging soul is drown'd, While altars blaze,...  The muse in a moral humour: being a collection of tales, fables, pastorals ... - Pàgina 129per Muse - 1757Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Charles Martindale - 1990 - 340 pàgines
...lift the rising soul ; One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight, Priest, Tapers, Temples, swim before my sight: In seas of flame my plunging soul...drown'd, While Altars blaze, and Angels tremble round. But the whole structure of the poem is symmetrical and formal, and the conflicting contrasts are emphasised... | |
 | Frank Lentricchia, Andrew DuBois - 2003 - 412 pàgines
...later, in as daring an image, Pope adds the needed liquid element, derived of course from her tears: In seas of flame my plunging soul is drown'd, While altars blaze, and angels tremble round, (lines 275-76) What is left but for her to direct her flames toward God, as Abelard's rival, in the... | |
 | Poet Laureate Jean Elizabeth Ward - 2008 - 149 pàgines
...what you're feeling. ONE THOUGHT of thee puts all the pomp to flight, Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight: In seas of flame my plunging soul...drown'd, While altars blaze, and angels tremble round. Excerpt from poem Eliosa to Abelard (Lines 273-276) by Alexander Pope MERELY LIVING BARELY catching... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1926 - 312 pàgines
...lift the rising soul, One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight, Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight: In seas of flame my plunging soul is drown'd, 275 While Altars blaze, and Angels tremble round. While prostrate here in humble grief I lie, Kind,... | |
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