The works of Alexander Pope. With his last corrections, additions, and improvements; together with all his notes: pr. verbatim from the octavo ed. of mr. Warburton, المجلد 21754 |
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... grace , Watch'd by the fylvan Genius of the place . Here as I lay , and swell'd with tears the flood , 185 Before my fight a wat'ry Virgin ftood : Conftitit , et dixit , " Quoniam non ignibus aequis SAPPHO TO PHA O N. 15.
... grace , Watch'd by the fylvan Genius of the place . Here as I lay , and swell'd with tears the flood , 185 Before my fight a wat'ry Virgin ftood : Conftitit , et dixit , " Quoniam non ignibus aequis SAPPHO TO PHA O N. 15.
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... , occafioned thofe celebrated letters ( out of which the following is partly extracted ) which give fo lively a picture of the struggles of grace and nature , virtue and paffion . P. Bi ahWretch believ'd the Spouse of God in vain Confefod.
... , occafioned thofe celebrated letters ( out of which the following is partly extracted ) which give fo lively a picture of the struggles of grace and nature , virtue and paffion . P. Bi ahWretch believ'd the Spouse of God in vain Confefod.
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... grace , or zeal , love only was my call , And if I lose thy love , I lose my all . III 115 Come with thy looks , thy words , relieve my woe ; Thofe ftill at leaft are left thee to bestow . Still on that breast enamour'd let me lie , 120 ...
... grace , or zeal , love only was my call , And if I lose thy love , I lose my all . III 115 Come with thy looks , thy words , relieve my woe ; Thofe ftill at leaft are left thee to bestow . Still on that breast enamour'd let me lie , 120 ...
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... Grace fhines around her with ferenest beams , 215 And whisp'ring Angels prompt her golden dreams . For her th ' unfading rofe of Eden blooms , And wings of Seraphs fhed divine perfumes , For her the spouse prepares the bridal ring , For ...
... Grace fhines around her with ferenest beams , 215 And whisp'ring Angels prompt her golden dreams . For her th ' unfading rofe of Eden blooms , And wings of Seraphs fhed divine perfumes , For her the spouse prepares the bridal ring , For ...
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... grace is op'ning on my foul : Come , if thou dar'ft , all charming as thou art ! Oppofe thyself to heav'n ; difpute my heart ; Come , with one glance of thofe deluding eyes Blot out each bright idea of the skies ; 280 Take back that grace ...
... grace is op'ning on my foul : Come , if thou dar'ft , all charming as thou art ! Oppofe thyself to heav'n ; difpute my heart ; Come , with one glance of thofe deluding eyes Blot out each bright idea of the skies ; 280 Take back that grace ...
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الصفحة 31 - Sad proof how well a lover can obey ! Death, only death, can break the lasting chain ; And here ev'n then, shall my cold dust remain, Here all its frailties, all its flames resign, And wait, till 'tis no sin to mix with thine.
الصفحة 31 - 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.
الصفحة 28 - 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?
الصفحة 37 - 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 drink the...
الصفحة 26 - Yet write, oh write me all, that I may join Griefs to thy griefs, and echo sighs to thine.
الصفحة 36 - Assist the fiends, and tear me from my God! No, fly me, fly me, far as Pole from Pole; Rise Alps between us!
الصفحة 30 - And gleams of glory brighten'd all the day. But now no face divine contentment wears, 'Tis all blank sadness, or continual tears. See how the force of others...
الصفحة 26 - Relentless walls ! whose darksome round contains Repentant sighs, and voluntary pains : Ye rugged rocks, which holy knees have worn ; Ye grots and caverns shagg'd with horrid thorn...
الصفحة 36 - 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.
الصفحة 36 - And more than Echoes talk along the walls. Here, as I watch'd the dying lamps around, From yonder shrine I heard a hollow sound. 'Come, sister, come!' (it said, or seem'd to say) 'Thy place is here, sad sister, come away! 310 Once like thyself, I trembled, wept, and pray'd, Love's victim then, tho...