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 22
עמוד 13
... breast I wound ; 130 I rave , then weep ; I curfe , and then complain ; Now fwell to rage , now melt in tears again . Not fiercer pangs distract the mournful dame , Whose first - born infant feeds the fun'ral flame , Gaudet , et e ...
... breast I wound ; 130 I rave , then weep ; I curfe , and then complain ; Now fwell to rage , now melt in tears again . Not fiercer pangs distract the mournful dame , Whose first - born infant feeds the fun'ral flame , Gaudet , et e ...
עמוד 21
... breast Dash'don these rocks than to thy bofom prest ? 225 This breast which once , in vain ! you lik'd fo well ; Where the Loves play'd , and where the Muses dwell . Alas ! the Mufes now no more inspire , Untun'd my lute , and filent is ...
... breast Dash'don these rocks than to thy bofom prest ? 225 This breast which once , in vain ! you lik'd fo well ; Where the Loves play'd , and where the Muses dwell . Alas ! the Mufes now no more inspire , Untun'd my lute , and filent is ...
עמוד 51
... breast , ( What time the morn mysterious vifions brings , While purer flumbers spread their golden wings ) NOTES . 5 VER . 1. In that foft feafon , etc. ] This Poem is introduced in the manner of the Provencial Poets , whofe works were ...
... breast , ( What time the morn mysterious vifions brings , While purer flumbers spread their golden wings ) NOTES . 5 VER . 1. In that foft feafon , etc. ] This Poem is introduced in the manner of the Provencial Poets , whofe works were ...
עמוד 63
... breast ; 185 Tho ' blind , a boldness in his looks appears ; . In years he feem'd , but not impair'd by years . The wars of Troy were round the Pillar feen : Here fierce Tydides wounds the Cyprian Queen ; Here Hector glorious from ...
... breast ; 185 Tho ' blind , a boldness in his looks appears ; . In years he feem'd , but not impair'd by years . The wars of Troy were round the Pillar feen : Here fierce Tydides wounds the Cyprian Queen ; Here Hector glorious from ...
עמוד 83
... ! to scorn the guilty bays , Drive from my breast that wretched luft of praise ; Unblemish'd let me live , or die unknown ; Oh ! grant an honest fame , or grant me none ! 1 JANUARY and MAY : OR THE MERCHANT'S TALE . FROM G 2 OF FA M E. 83.
... ! to scorn the guilty bays , Drive from my breast that wretched luft of praise ; Unblemish'd let me live , or die unknown ; Oh ! grant an honest fame , or grant me none ! 1 JANUARY and MAY : OR THE MERCHANT'S TALE . FROM G 2 OF FA M E. 83.
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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?