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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... rage the founding ftrings , No lefs renown attends the moving lyre , Which Venus tunes , and all her loves infpire ; To me what nature has in charms deny'd , Is well by wit's more lasting flames fupply'd . Tho ' fhort my ftature , yet ...
... rage the founding ftrings , No lefs renown attends the moving lyre , Which Venus tunes , and all her loves infpire ; To me what nature has in charms deny'd , Is well by wit's more lasting flames fupply'd . Tho ' fhort my ftature , yet ...
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... rage , now melt in tears again . Not fiercer pangs diftract the mournful dame , Whose first - born infant feeds the fun'ral flame . My scornful brother with a smile appears , Infults my woes , and triumphs in my tears , His hated image ...
... rage , now melt in tears again . Not fiercer pangs diftract the mournful dame , Whose first - born infant feeds the fun'ral flame . My scornful brother with a smile appears , Infults my woes , and triumphs in my tears , His hated image ...
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... rage fupprefs'd , Let tears and burning blushes speak the reft . 100 105 Canft thou forget that fad , that folemn day , When victims at yon altar's foot we lay ? Canft thou forget what tears that moment fell , When , warm in youth , I ...
... rage fupprefs'd , Let tears and burning blushes speak the reft . 100 105 Canft thou forget that fad , that folemn day , When victims at yon altar's foot we lay ? Canft thou forget what tears that moment fell , When , warm in youth , I ...
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... rage of ill - requited heav'n : But fuch plain roofs as Piety could raise , And only vocal with the Maker's praise . In thefe lone walls ( their days eternal bound ) Thefe mofs- s - grown domes with fpiry turrets crown'd , Where awful ...
... rage of ill - requited heav'n : But fuch plain roofs as Piety could raise , And only vocal with the Maker's praise . In thefe lone walls ( their days eternal bound ) Thefe mofs- s - grown domes with fpiry turrets crown'd , Where awful ...
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... rage t'infufe The fofter spirit of the Sapphic Muse . IMITATIONS . Dan Claudian , fothe for to tell , That bare up all the fame of hell , etc. P. 215 220 225 VER . 224. Fleafed with Alcæus ' manly rage t'infuse The softer Spirit of the ...
... rage t'infufe The fofter spirit of the Sapphic Muse . IMITATIONS . Dan Claudian , fothe for to tell , That bare up all the fame of hell , etc. P. 215 220 225 VER . 224. Fleafed with Alcæus ' manly rage t'infuse The softer Spirit of the ...
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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...