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 12
עמוד 19
... dread the deeps be " low ! " ¢ She spoke , and vanish'd with the voice — I rise , And filent tears fall trickling from my eyes . 200 I go , ye Nymphs ! those rocks and feas to prove ; How much I fear , but ah , how much I love ! I go ...
... dread the deeps be " low ! " ¢ She spoke , and vanish'd with the voice — I rise , And filent tears fall trickling from my eyes . 200 I go , ye Nymphs ! those rocks and feas to prove ; How much I fear , but ah , how much I love ! I go ...
עמוד 34
... dread altars as I drew , Not on the Crofs my eyes were fix'd but you : Not grace , or zeal , love only was my call , And if I lofe thy love , I lose my all . 115 Come ! with thy looks , thy words , relieve my woe ; Thofe ftill at least ...
... dread altars as I drew , Not on the Crofs my eyes were fix'd but you : Not grace , or zeal , love only was my call , And if I lofe thy love , I lose my all . 115 Come ! with thy looks , thy words , relieve my woe ; Thofe ftill at least ...
עמוד 36
... dread repose : Her gloomy prefence faddens 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 . Yet here for ever , ever must I stay ...
... dread repose : Her gloomy prefence faddens 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 . Yet here for ever , ever must I stay ...
עמוד 40
... dread ? The torch of Venus burns not for the dead . Nature ftands check'd ; Religion disapproves ; Ev'n thou art cold --- yet Eloïfa loves . Ah hopeless , lafting flames ; like those that burn To light the dead , and warm th ...
... dread ? The torch of Venus burns not for the dead . Nature ftands check'd ; Religion disapproves ; Ev'n thou art cold --- yet Eloïfa loves . Ah hopeless , lafting flames ; like those that burn To light the dead , and warm th ...
עמוד 77
... dread found , pale mortals ftood aghast , And ftartled nature trembled with the blast . This having heard and feen , fome pow'r unknown Strait chang'd the scene , and fnatch'd me from the throne . IMITATIONS . VER . 418. This having ...
... dread found , pale mortals ftood aghast , And ftartled nature trembled with the blast . This having heard and feen , fome pow'r unknown Strait chang'd the scene , and fnatch'd me from the throne . IMITATIONS . VER . 418. This having ...
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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?