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 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 54
עמוד 5
... Gods contend in charms with thee . The mufes teach me all their softest lays , And the wide world refounds with Sappho's praife . Tho ' great Alcæus more fublimely fings , And ftrikes with bolder rage the founding ftrings , No lefs ...
... Gods contend in charms with thee . The mufes teach me all their softest lays , And the wide world refounds with Sappho's praife . Tho ' great Alcæus more fublimely fings , And ftrikes with bolder rage the founding ftrings , No lefs ...
עמוד 9
... Gods , a Lesbian dame ? But ah beware , Sicilian nymphs ! nor boast 65 That wand'ring heart which I fo lately loft ; Nor be with all thofe tempting words abus'd , Those tempting words were all to Sappho us'd . that rule Sicilia's happy ...
... Gods , a Lesbian dame ? But ah beware , Sicilian nymphs ! nor boast 65 That wand'ring heart which I fo lately loft ; Nor be with all thofe tempting words abus'd , Those tempting words were all to Sappho us'd . that rule Sicilia's happy ...
עמוד 13
... God that ever waits on thee , When first I heard ( from whom I hardly knew ) That you were fled , and all my joys with you , Like some sad statue , fpeechlefs , pale I stood , 125 Grief chill'd my breaft , and stopp'd my freezing blood ...
... God that ever waits on thee , When first I heard ( from whom I hardly knew ) That you were fled , and all my joys with you , Like some sad statue , fpeechlefs , pale I stood , 125 Grief chill'd my breaft , and stopp'd my freezing blood ...
עמוד 21
... God agree . " 66 But why , alas , relentless youth , ah why To distant Seas must tender Sappho fly ? 1 Thy charms than those may far more pow'rful be , And Phœbus ' felf is lefs a God to , me . 221 Ah ! canst thou doom me to the rocks ...
... God agree . " 66 But why , alas , relentless youth , ah why To distant Seas must tender Sappho fly ? 1 Thy charms than those may far more pow'rful be , And Phœbus ' felf is lefs a God to , me . 221 Ah ! canst thou doom me to the rocks ...
עמוד 23
... Gods ! can no pray'rs , no fighs , no numbers move One favage heart , or teach it how to love ? The winds my pray'rs , my fighs , my numbers bear , The flying winds have loft them all in air ! 245 Or when , alas ! fhall more aufpicious ...
... Gods ! can no pray'rs , no fighs , no numbers move One favage heart , or teach it how to love ? The winds my pray'rs , my fighs , my numbers bear , The flying winds have loft them all in air ! 245 Or when , alas ! fhall more aufpicious ...
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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 41 - 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.
עמוד 33 - Ev'n thought meets thought, ere from the lips it part, And each warm wish springs mutual from the heart. This sure is bliss (if bliss on earth there be) And once the lot of Abelard and me.
עמוד 44 - 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...
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 29 - IN these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heavenly-pensive 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 Eloisa yet must kiss the name.
עמוד 36 - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, 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.
עמוד 43 - Cross before my lifted eye, Teach me at once, and learn of me to die. Ah then, thy once-lov'd Eloi'sa see ! It will be then no crime to gaze on me.
עמוד 65 - The figur'd games of Greece the column grace, Neptune and Jove survey the rapid race. The youths hang o'er their chariots as they run ; The fiery steeds seem starting from the stone ; The champions in distorted postures threat ; And all appear'd irregularly great. Here happy Horace tun'd th...
עמוד 32 - 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?