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 20
עמוד 7
... hear , And all my words were mufic to your ear . You stopp'd with kisses my enchanting tongue , 55 And found kiffes fweeter than my song . my In all I pleas'd , but most in what was best ; And the last joy was dearer than the rest ...
... hear , And all my words were mufic to your ear . You stopp'd with kisses my enchanting tongue , 55 And found kiffes fweeter than my song . my In all I pleas'd , but most in what was best ; And the last joy was dearer than the rest ...
עמוד 15
... hear and speak ; A thousand melting kiffes give , and take : Then fiercer joys , I blush to mention these , Yet , while I blush , confess how much they please . But when , with day , the fweet delufions fly , 155 And all things wake to ...
... hear and speak ; A thousand melting kiffes give , and take : Then fiercer joys , I blush to mention these , Yet , while I blush , confess how much they please . But when , with day , the fweet delufions fly , 155 And all things wake to ...
עמוד 39
... hear , no more I view , The phantom flies me , as unkind as you . I call aloud ; it hears not what I say : I stretch my empty arms ; it glides away . To dream once more I clofe my willing eyes ; Ye foft illufions , dear deceits , arife ...
... hear , no more I view , The phantom flies me , as unkind as you . I call aloud ; it hears not what I say : I stretch my empty arms ; it glides away . To dream once more I clofe my willing eyes ; Ye foft illufions , dear deceits , arife ...
עמוד 40
... the grove , before the altar rise , Stain all my foul , and wanton in my eyes . I waste the Matin lamp in fighs for thee , Thy image fteals between my God and me , 265 Thy voice I seem in ev'ry hymn to hear , 40 ELOISA TO ABELARD .
... the grove , before the altar rise , Stain all my foul , and wanton in my eyes . I waste the Matin lamp in fighs for thee , Thy image fteals between my God and me , 265 Thy voice I seem in ev'ry hymn to hear , 40 ELOISA TO ABELARD .
עמוד 41
... hear , With ev'ry bead I drop too soft a tear . 270 When from the cenfer clouds of fragrance roll , And fwelling organs lift the rifing foul , One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight , Priests , tapers , temples , swim before my ...
... hear , With ev'ry bead I drop too soft a tear . 270 When from the cenfer clouds of fragrance roll , And fwelling organs lift the rifing foul , One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight , Priests , tapers , temples , swim before my ...
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
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?