The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: In Nine Volumes Complete, with His Last Corrections, Additions, and Improvements, as They Were Delivered to the Editor a Little Before His Death, Together with the Commentary and Notes of Mr. Warburton, Volume 2A. Millar, J. and R. Tonson, C. Bathurst, R. Baldwin, W. Johnston, J. Richardson, B. Law, S. Crowder, T. Longman, T. Field, and T. Caslon, 1760 |
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Pagina 11
Cupid ' s light darts my tender bosom move , Still is there cause for Sappho still to
love : 90 So from my birth the Sisters fix ' d my doom , And gave to Venus all my
life to come ; Or , while my Muse in melting notes complains , My yielding heart ...
Cupid ' s light darts my tender bosom move , Still is there cause for Sappho still to
love : 90 So from my birth the Sisters fix ' d my doom , And gave to Venus all my
life to come ; Or , while my Muse in melting notes complains , My yielding heart ...
Pagina 32
Love , free as air , at sight of human ties , 75 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 ...
Love , free as air , at sight of human ties , 75 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 ...
Pagina 35
140 In these lone walls ( their days eternal bound ) These moss - grown domes
with spiry turrets : crown ' d , Where awful arches make a noon - day night , And
the dim windows shed a solemn light ; Thy eyes diffus ' d a reconciling ray , : 145
...
140 In these lone walls ( their days eternal bound ) These moss - grown domes
with spiry turrets : crown ' d , Where awful arches make a noon - day night , And
the dim windows shed a solemn light ; Thy eyes diffus ' d a reconciling ray , : 145
...
Pagina 40
Come , Abelard ! for what hast thou to dread ? The torch of Venus burns not for
the dead . Nature stands check ' d ; Religion disapproves ; Ev ' n thou art cold - - -
yet Eloïsa loves . 260 Ah hopeless , lasting flames ; like those that burn To light ...
Come , Abelard ! for what hast thou to dread ? The torch of Venus burns not for
the dead . Nature stands check ' d ; Religion disapproves ; Ev ' n thou art cold - - -
yet Eloïsa loves . 260 Ah hopeless , lasting flames ; like those that burn To light ...
Pagina 66
Here in a shrine that cast a dazling light , Sate fix ' d in thought the mighty
Stagirite ; His facred head a radiant Zodiac crown ' d , And various Animals his
sides surround ; 235 His piercing eyes , erect , appear to view Superior worlds ,
and look ...
Here in a shrine that cast a dazling light , Sate fix ' d in thought the mighty
Stagirite ; His facred head a radiant Zodiac crown ' d , And various Animals his
sides surround ; 235 His piercing eyes , erect , appear to view Superior worlds ,
and look ...
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Pagina 36 - The darksome pines, that o'er yon rocks reclin'd, Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wandering streams that shine between the hills, The grots that echo to the tinkling rills, The dying gales that pant upon the trees, The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze...
Pagina 35 - With other beauties charm my partial eyes, Full in my view set all the bright abode, And make my soul quit Abelard for God. Ah think at least thy flock deserves thy care, Plants of thy hand, and children of thy pray'r.
Pagina 30 - Still breath'd in sighs, 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 gushing eyes o'erflow...
Pagina 33 - em all: Not Caesar's empress would I deign to prove; No, make me mistress to the man I love; If there be yet another name more free, More fond than mistress, make me that to thee!
Pagina 37 - Ev'n here, where frozen chastity retires, Love finds an altar for forbidden fires. I ought to grieve, but cannot what I ought; I mourn the lover, not lament the fault; I view my crime, but kindle at the view...
Pagina 40 - Stain all my soul, and wanton in my eyes. I waste the Matin lamp in sighs for thee, Thy image steals between my God and me, Thy voice I seem in...
Pagina 26 - midst the stars inscribe Belinda's name. ELOISA TO ABELARD ARGUMENT ABELARD and Eloisa flourished in the twelfth Century; they were two of the most distinguished Persons of their age in learning and beauty, but for nothing more famous than for their unfortunate passion. After a long course of calamities, they retired each to a several Convent, and consecrated the remainder of their days to religion.
Pagina 34 - Still on that breast enamour'd let me lie, Still drink delicious poison from thy eye, Pant on thy lip, and to thy heart be press'd; Give all thou canst — and let me dream the rest.
Pagina 31 - Yet write, oh write me all, that I may join Griefs to thy griefs, and echo sighs to thine. Nor foes nor fortune take this pow'r away; And is my Abelard less kind than they?
Pagina 29 - Contemplation dwells, And ever-musing Melancholy reigns, What means this tumult in a vestal's veins ? Why rove my thoughts beyond this last retreat ? Why feels my heart its long-forgotten heat ? Yet, yet I love ! — From Abelard it came, And Eloi'sa yet must kiss the name.