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, Volumen21754 |
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... Soft fcenes of folitude no more can please , Love enters there , and I'm my own disease . No more the Lesbian dames my paffion move , Once the dear objects of my guilty love ; 15 Atque aliae centum , quas non fine crimine amavi : A 2.
... Soft fcenes of folitude no more can please , Love enters there , and I'm my own disease . No more the Lesbian dames my paffion move , Once the dear objects of my guilty love ; 15 Atque aliae centum , quas non fine crimine amavi : A 2.
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... dame : Nymphs that in verfe no more could rival me , Than ev'n thofe Gods contend in charms with thee . The Muses teach me all their fofest lays , 29 And the wide world resounds with Sappho's praife . Tho ' great Alcæus more fublimely ...
... dame : Nymphs that in verfe no more could rival me , Than ev'n thofe Gods contend in charms with thee . The Muses teach me all their fofest lays , 29 And the wide world resounds with Sappho's praife . Tho ' great Alcæus more fublimely ...
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... dame ? But ah beware , Sicilian nymphs ! nor boast That wand'ring heart which I fo lately loft ; Nor be with all thofe tempting words abus'd , Those tempting words were all to Sappho us'd . And you that rule Sicilia's happy plains ...
... dame ? But ah beware , Sicilian nymphs ! nor boast That wand'ring heart which I fo lately loft ; Nor be with all thofe tempting words abus'd , Those tempting words were all to Sappho us'd . And you that rule Sicilia's happy plains ...
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... 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 ever haunts my eyes ; 135 140 And why this grief ? thy daughter lives ...
... 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 ever haunts my eyes ; 135 140 And why this grief ? thy daughter lives ...
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... dames , Themes of my verfe , and objects of my flames , No more your groves with my glad fongs fhall ring , No more thefe hands fhall touch the trembling ftring : My Phaon's fled , and I those arts refign ( Wretch that I am , to call ...
... dames , Themes of my verfe , and objects of my flames , No more your groves with my glad fongs fhall ring , No more thefe hands fhall touch the trembling ftring : My Phaon's fled , and I those arts refign ( Wretch that I am , to call ...
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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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?
Página 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...
Página 26 - Yet write, oh write me all, that I may join Griefs to thy griefs, and echo sighs to thine.
Página 36 - Assist the fiends, and tear me from my God! No, fly me, fly me, far as Pole from Pole; Rise Alps between us!
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...