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, المجلد 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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... move , Once the dear Objects of my guilty love ; All other loves are loft in only thine , Ah youth ungrateful to a ... moving lyre , 35 Which Venus tunes , and all her loves inspire ; To me what nature has in charms deny'd , Is well by ...
... move , Once the dear Objects of my guilty love ; All other loves are loft in only thine , Ah youth ungrateful to a ... moving lyre , 35 Which Venus tunes , and all her loves inspire ; To me what nature has in charms deny'd , Is well by ...
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... move , Still is there cause for Sappho ftill to love : 90 So from my birth the Sifters fix'd my doom , And gave to Venus all my life to come ; Or , while my Mufe in melting notes complains , My yielding heart keeps measure to my strains ...
... move , Still is there cause for Sappho ftill to love : 90 So from my birth the Sifters fix'd my doom , And gave to Venus all my life to come ; Or , while my Mufe in melting notes complains , My yielding heart keeps measure to my strains ...
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... move One favage heart , or teach it how to love ? The winds my pray'rs , my fighs , my numbers bear , The flying winds have loft them all in air ! 245 Or when , alas ! fhall more aufpicious gales To these fond eyes restore thy welcome ...
... move One favage heart , or teach it how to love ? The winds my pray'rs , my fighs , my numbers bear , The flying winds have loft them all in air ! 245 Or when , alas ! fhall more aufpicious gales To these fond eyes restore thy welcome ...
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... move ? Too foon they taught me ' twas no fin to love : Back thro ' the paths of pleasing sense I ran , Nor wish'd an Angel whom I lov'd a Man . 70 Dim and remote the joys of faints I fee ; Nor envy them that heav'n I lose for thee . How ...
... move ? Too foon they taught me ' twas no fin to love : Back thro ' the paths of pleasing sense I ran , Nor wish'd an Angel whom I lov'd a Man . 70 Dim and remote the joys of faints I fee ; Nor envy them that heav'n I lose for thee . How ...
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... move , And all thofe tender names in one , thy love ! The darkfome pines that o'er yon rocks reelin'd Wave high , and murmur to the hollow wind , 156 The wand'ring ftreams that shine between the hills , The grots that echo to the ...
... move , And all thofe tender names in one , thy love ! The darkfome pines that o'er yon rocks reelin'd Wave high , and murmur to the hollow wind , 156 The wand'ring ftreams that shine between the hills , The grots that echo to the ...
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الصفحة 36 - The darksome pines, that o'er yon rocks reclin'd, Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wandering streams that shine between the hills, The grots that echo to the tinkling rills, The dying gales that pant upon the trees, The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze...
الصفحة 35 - With other beauties charm my partial eyes, Full in my view set all the bright abode, And make my soul quit Abelard for God. Ah think at least thy flock deserves thy care, Plants of thy hand, and children of thy pray'r.
الصفحة 30 - Still breath'd in sighs, still usher'd with a tear. I tremble too, where'er my own I find, Some dire misfortune follows close behind. Line after line my gushing eyes o'erflow...
الصفحة 33 - em all: Not Caesar's empress would I deign to prove; No, make me mistress to the man I love; If there be yet another name more free, More fond than mistress, make me that to thee!
الصفحة 37 - Ev'n here, where frozen chastity retires, Love finds an altar for forbidden fires. I ought to grieve, but cannot what I ought; I mourn the lover, not lament the fault; I view my crime, but kindle at the view...
الصفحة 40 - Stain all my soul, and wanton in my eyes. I waste the Matin lamp in sighs for thee, Thy image steals between my God and me, Thy voice I seem in...
الصفحة 26 - midst the stars inscribe Belinda's name. ELOISA TO ABELARD ARGUMENT ABELARD and Eloisa flourished in the twelfth Century; they were two of the most distinguished Persons of their age in learning and beauty, but for nothing more famous than for their unfortunate passion. After a long course of calamities, they retired each to a several Convent, and consecrated the remainder of their days to religion.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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?
الصفحة 29 - 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 Eloi'sa yet must kiss the name.