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, Volume 21754 |
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Pagina 17
... dread the deeps below ! " She spoke , and vanish'd with the voice - I rife , And filent tears fall trickling from my eyes . I go , ye Nymphs ! thofe rocks and feas to prove ; How much I fear , but ah , how much I love ! I go , ye Nymphs ...
... dread the deeps below ! " She spoke , and vanish'd with the voice - I rife , And filent tears fall trickling from my eyes . I go , ye Nymphs ! thofe rocks and feas to prove ; How much I fear , but ah , how much I love ! I go , ye Nymphs ...
Pagina 29
... dread altars as I drew , Not on the cross my eyes were fix'd but you : Not grace , or zeal , love only was my call , And if I lose thy love , I lose my all . III 115 Come with thy looks , thy words , relieve my woe ; Thofe ftill at ...
... dread altars as I drew , Not on the cross my eyes were fix'd but you : Not grace , or zeal , love only was my call , And if I lose thy love , I lose my all . III 115 Come with thy looks , thy words , relieve my woe ; Thofe ftill at ...
Pagina 31
... dread repofe : Her gloomy prefence faddens all the scene , Shades ev'ry flow'r , and darkens ev'ry green , Deepens the murmur of the falling floods , 165 And breathes a browner horror on the woods . 170 Yet here for ever , ever must I ...
... dread repofe : Her gloomy prefence faddens all the scene , Shades ev'ry flow'r , and darkens ev'ry green , Deepens the murmur of the falling floods , 165 And breathes a browner horror on the woods . 170 Yet here for ever , ever must I ...
Pagina 34
... dread ? The torch of Venus burns not for the dead . Nature ftands check'd ; Religion disapproves ; Ev'n thou art cold — yet Eloïfa loves . 255 260 Ah hopeless , lafting flames ! like those that burn 34 ELOISA TO ABELARD .
... dread ? The torch of Venus burns not for the dead . Nature ftands check'd ; Religion disapproves ; Ev'n thou art cold — yet Eloïfa loves . 255 260 Ah hopeless , lafting flames ! like those that burn 34 ELOISA TO ABELARD .
Pagina 68
... dread found , pale mortals stood aghast , And ftartled nature trembled with the blaft . This having heard and feen , fome pow'r unknown Strait chang'd the scene , and snatch'd me from the throne . IMITATIONS . VER . 406. Laft , those ...
... dread found , pale mortals stood aghast , And ftartled nature trembled with the blaft . This having heard and feen , fome pow'r unknown Strait chang'd the scene , and snatch'd me from the throne . IMITATIONS . VER . 406. Laft , those ...
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Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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?
Pagina 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...
Pagina 26 - Yet write, oh write me all, that I may join Griefs to thy griefs, and echo sighs to thine.
Pagina 36 - Assist the fiends, and tear me from my God! No, fly me, fly me, far as Pole from Pole; Rise Alps between us!
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...