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 18
עמוד 15
... crimes , I to the world proclaim ; Such inconfiftent things are love and shame ! ' Tis thou art all my care and my delight , My daily longing , and my dream by night : Oh night more pleafing than the brightest day , 145 When fancy gives ...
... crimes , I to the world proclaim ; Such inconfiftent things are love and shame ! ' Tis thou art all my care and my delight , My daily longing , and my dream by night : Oh night more pleafing than the brightest day , 145 When fancy gives ...
עמוד 33
... 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.
... 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.
עמוד 37
... crime , but kindle at the view , Repent old pleasures , and follicit new ; Now turn'd to heav'n , I weep my paft offence , Now think of thee , and curfe my innocence . Of all affliction taught a lover yet , ' Tis fure the hardest ...
... crime , but kindle at the view , Repent old pleasures , and follicit new ; Now turn'd to heav'n , I weep my paft offence , Now think of thee , and curfe my innocence . Of all affliction taught a lover yet , ' Tis fure the hardest ...
עמוד 43
... crime to gaze on me . See from my cheek the tranfient roses fly ! See the laft fparkle languish in my eye ! ' Till every motion , pulfe , and breath be o'er ; And ev❜n my Abelard be lov'd no more . Oh Death all - eloquent ! you only ...
... crime to gaze on me . See from my cheek the tranfient roses fly ! See the laft fparkle languish in my eye ! ' Till every motion , pulfe , and breath be o'er ; And ev❜n my Abelard be lov'd no more . Oh Death all - eloquent ! you only ...
עמוד 111
... crimes reflect , And learn from thence their ladies to fufpect : Elfe why these needlefs cautions , Sir , to me ? 595 These doubts and fears of female conftancy ! This chime still rings in ev'ry lady's ear , The only strain a wife must ...
... crimes reflect , And learn from thence their ladies to fufpect : Elfe why these needlefs cautions , Sir , to me ? 595 These doubts and fears of female conftancy ! This chime still rings in ev'ry lady's ear , The only strain a wife must ...
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קטעים בולטים
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?