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 29
עמוד 3
... youth , that do'st my heart com- mand , Can Phaon's eyes forget his Sappho's hand ? Must then her name the wretched writer prove , To thy remembrance loft , as to thy love ? Ask not the cause that I new numbers chuse , 5 The Lute ...
... youth , that do'st my heart com- mand , Can Phaon's eyes forget his Sappho's hand ? Must then her name the wretched writer prove , To thy remembrance loft , as to thy love ? Ask not the cause that I new numbers chuse , 5 The Lute ...
עמוד 5
... youth ungrateful to a flame like mine ! 20 Whom would not all those blooming charms fur- prize , Those heav'nly looks , and dear deluding eyes ? The harp and bow would you like Phœbus bear , A brighter Phoebus Phaon might appear ; Would ...
... youth ungrateful to a flame like mine ! 20 Whom would not all those blooming charms fur- prize , Those heav'nly looks , and dear deluding eyes ? The harp and bow would you like Phœbus bear , A brighter Phoebus Phaon might appear ; Would ...
עמוד 11
... youth , yet scarce a tender boy ! O useful time for lovers to employ ! 105 Pride of thy age , and glory of thy race , Come to these arms , and melt in this embrace ! The vows you never will return , receive ; And take at least the love ...
... youth , yet scarce a tender boy ! O useful time for lovers to employ ! 105 Pride of thy age , and glory of thy race , Come to these arms , and melt in this embrace ! The vows you never will return , receive ; And take at least the love ...
עמוד 21
... 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 and fea , Oh far more faithless and more hard ...
... 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 and fea , Oh far more faithless and more hard ...
עמוד 23
... youth , return , and bring along Joy to my foul , and vigour to my song : Abfent from thee , the Poet's flame expires ; 240 But ah ! how fiercely burn the Lover's fires ? Gods ! can no pray'rs , no fighs , no numbers move One favage ...
... youth , return , and bring along Joy to my foul , and vigour to my song : Abfent from thee , the Poet's flame expires ; 240 But ah ! how fiercely burn the Lover's fires ? Gods ! can no pray'rs , no fighs , no numbers move One favage ...
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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?