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, כרך 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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תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 22
עמוד 3
... hand ? Must then her name the wretched writer prove , To thy remembrance loft , as to thy love ? Ask not the cause that I new numbers chuse , 5 The Lute neglected , and the Lyric muse ; Love taught my tears in fadder notes to flow , And ...
... hand ? Must then her name the wretched writer prove , To thy remembrance loft , as to thy love ? Ask not the cause that I new numbers chuse , 5 The Lute neglected , and the Lyric muse ; Love taught my tears in fadder notes to flow , And ...
עמוד 9
... hand the sparkling di'monds glow ; No more my locks in ringlets curl'd diffufe The coftly sweetness of Arabian dews , Nor braids of gold the varied treffes bind , That fly disorder'd with the wanton wind : 85 Cui colar infelix ? aut cui ...
... hand the sparkling di'monds glow ; No more my locks in ringlets curl'd diffufe The coftly sweetness of Arabian dews , Nor braids of gold the varied treffes bind , That fly disorder'd with the wanton wind : 85 Cui colar infelix ? aut cui ...
עמוד 29
... 'd Idea lies : O write it not my hand --- the name appears Already written --- wash it out , my tears ! 5 ΙΟ In vain loft Eloïfa weeps and prays , 15 Her SAPPHO to PHAON, an Epiftle from Ovid ELOISA to ABELARD, an Epiftle.
... 'd Idea lies : O write it not my hand --- the name appears Already written --- wash it out , my tears ! 5 ΙΟ In vain loft Eloïfa weeps and prays , 15 Her SAPPHO to PHAON, an Epiftle from Ovid ELOISA to ABELARD, an Epiftle.
עמוד 30
... hand obeys . Relentless walls ! whofe darkfome round con- tains Repentant fighs , and voluntary pains : Ye rugged rocks , which holy knees have worn ; Ye grots and caverns fhagg'd with horrid thorn ! 20 Shrines ! where their vigils pale ...
... hand obeys . Relentless walls ! whofe darkfome round con- tains Repentant fighs , and voluntary pains : Ye rugged rocks , which holy knees have worn ; Ye grots and caverns fhagg'd with horrid thorn ! 20 Shrines ! where their vigils pale ...
עמוד 33
... ? her voice , her hand ! Her ponyard had oppos'd the dire command . Barbarian , ftay ! that bloody ftroke restrain ; The crime was common , common be the pain . VOL . II . D I can no more , by fhame , by rage ELOISA TO ABELARD . 33.
... ? her voice , her hand ! Her ponyard had oppos'd the dire command . Barbarian , ftay ! that bloody ftroke restrain ; The crime was common , common be the pain . VOL . II . D I can no more , by fhame , by rage ELOISA TO ABELARD . 33.
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עמוד 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...
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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...
עמוד 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!
עמוד 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...
עמוד 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...
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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?
עמוד 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.