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, Том 21754 |
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... spreading flames are born . 10 Phaon to Ætna's scorching fields retires , While I confume with more than Etna's fires ! No more my foul a charm in music finds , Mufic has charms alone for peaceful minds . Soft fcenes of folitude no more ...
... spreading flames are born . 10 Phaon to Ætna's scorching fields retires , While I confume with more than Etna's fires ! No more my foul a charm in music finds , Mufic has charms alone for peaceful minds . Soft fcenes of folitude no more ...
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... Spread thy foft wings , and waft me o'er the main , Nor let a lover's death the guiltless flood profane ! On Phœbus ' fhrine my harp I'll then bestow , And this Infcription shall be plac'd below . VOL . II . B " Grata lyram pofui tibi ...
... Spread thy foft wings , and waft me o'er the main , Nor let a lover's death the guiltless flood profane ! On Phœbus ' fhrine my harp I'll then bestow , And this Infcription shall be plac'd below . VOL . II . B " Grata lyram pofui tibi ...
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... spread the fwelling fails . If you will fly - ( yet ah ! what cause can be , Too cruel youth , that you should fly from me ? ) 255 If not from Phaon I must hope for ease , Ah let me feek it from the raging feas : To raging feas unpity'd ...
... spread the fwelling fails . If you will fly - ( yet ah ! what cause can be , Too cruel youth , that you should fly from me ? ) 255 If not from Phaon I must hope for ease , Ah let me feek it from the raging feas : To raging feas unpity'd ...
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... Spreads his light wings , and in a moment flies . Let wealth , let honour , wait the wedded dame , Auguft her deed , and facred be her fame ; Before true paffion all thofe views remove , Fame , wealth , and honour ! what are you to Love ...
... Spreads his light wings , and in a moment flies . Let wealth , let honour , wait the wedded dame , Auguft her deed , and facred be her fame ; Before true paffion all thofe views remove , Fame , wealth , and honour ! what are you to Love ...
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... spread , Propt on fome tomb , a neighbour of the dead . In each low wind methinks a Spirit calls , 300 305 And more than Echoes talk along the walls . Here , as I watch'd the dying lamps around , 310 From yonder fhrine I heard a hollow ...
... spread , Propt on fome tomb , a neighbour of the dead . In each low wind methinks a Spirit calls , 300 305 And more than Echoes talk along the walls . Here , as I watch'd the dying lamps around , 310 From yonder fhrine I heard a hollow ...
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Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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?
Страница 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...
Страница 26 - Yet write, oh write me all, that I may join Griefs to thy griefs, and echo sighs to thine.
Страница 36 - Assist the fiends, and tear me from my God! No, fly me, fly me, far as Pole from Pole; Rise Alps between us!
Страница 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...
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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...