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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I view the grotto , once the scene of love , The rocks around , the hanging roofs
above , That charm ' d me more , with native moss o ' ergrown , - 165 Than
Phrygian marble , or the Parian stone . I find the shades that veild our joys before
; But ...
I view the grotto , once the scene of love , The rocks around , the hanging roofs
above , That charm ' d me more , with native moss o ' ergrown , - 165 Than
Phrygian marble , or the Parian stone . I find the shades that veild our joys before
; But ...
Pagina 19
Fly hence , and seek the fair Leucadian main ; " Thereftands a rock , from
whoseimpending steep “ Apollo ' s fane surveys the rolling deep ... 200 I go , ye
Nymphs ! those rocks and seas to prove ; How much I fear , but ah , how much I
love !
Fly hence , and seek the fair Leucadian main ; " Thereftands a rock , from
whoseimpending steep “ Apollo ' s fane surveys the rolling deep ... 200 I go , ye
Nymphs ! those rocks and seas to prove ; How much I fear , but ah , how much I
love !
Pagina 21
... ah why To distant Seas must tender Sappho fly ? Thy charms than those may
far more pow ' rful be , And Phæbus ' self is less a God to me . 221 Ah ! canst thou
doom me to the rocks and sea , Oh far more faithless and more hard than they ?
... ah why To distant Seas must tender Sappho fly ? Thy charms than those may
far more pow ' rful be , And Phæbus ' self is less a God to me . 221 Ah ! canst thou
doom me to the rocks and sea , Oh far more faithless and more hard than they ?
Pagina 30
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 ! Shrines ! where their vigils pale ey ' d virgins
keep ...
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 ! Shrines ! where their vigils pale ey ' d virgins
keep ...
Pagina 36
The darksome pines that o ' er yon rocks reelin ' d Wave high , and nurmur to the
hollow wind , 156 Thewand ' ring streams that shine between the hills , The grots
that echo to the tinkling rills , The dying gales that pant upon the trees , The ...
The darksome pines that o ' er yon rocks reelin ' d Wave high , and nurmur to the
hollow wind , 156 Thewand ' ring streams that shine between the hills , The grots
that echo to the tinkling rills , The dying gales that pant upon the trees , The ...
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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.