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 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 35
You rais ' d these hallow ' d walls ; the desert smild , And Paradise was open ' d in
the Wild . No weeping orphan saw his father ' s stores 135 Our shrines irradiate ,
or emblaze the floors ; No silver saints , by dying misers giv ' n , Here brib ' d ...
You rais ' d these hallow ' d walls ; the desert smild , And Paradise was open ' d in
the Wild . No weeping orphan saw his father ' s stores 135 Our shrines irradiate ,
or emblaze the floors ; No silver saints , by dying misers giv ' n , Here brib ' d ...
Pagina 42
See in her cell fad Eloïsa spread , Prompt on some tomb , a neighbour of the
dead . In each low wind methinks a Spirit calls , 305 And more than Echoes talk
along the walls . Here , as I watch ' d the dying lamps around , From yonder
shrine I ...
See in her cell fad Eloïsa spread , Prompt on some tomb , a neighbour of the
dead . In each low wind methinks a Spirit calls , 305 And more than Echoes talk
along the walls . Here , as I watch ' d the dying lamps around , From yonder
shrine I ...
Pagina 44
Then , ages hence , when all my woes are o ' er , 345 When this rebellious heart
shall beat no more ; 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 ...
Then , ages hence , when all my woes are o ' er , 345 When this rebellious heart
shall beat no more ; 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 ...
Pagina 56
Here fabled Chiefs in darker ages born , Or Worthies old , whom arms or arts
adorn , 70 i Who cities rais ' d , or tam ' d a monstrous race ; The walls in
venerable order grace . Heroes in animated marble frown , And Legislators seem
to think in ...
Here fabled Chiefs in darker ages born , Or Worthies old , whom arms or arts
adorn , 70 i Who cities rais ' d , or tam ' d a monstrous race ; The walls in
venerable order grace . Heroes in animated marble frown , And Legislators seem
to think in ...
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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.