Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged in Six VolumesJ. Roach, 1792 |
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Pàgina 42
... fluttering heart no more To joy's enlivening lays ; Soon are the glittering moments o'er ; 6 Soon each gay form decays . ' ELOISA ELOISA TO ABELARD . By ALEXANDER POPE , Esq . [ 42 ] For me, no more the path invites, ...
... fluttering heart no more To joy's enlivening lays ; Soon are the glittering moments o'er ; 6 Soon each gay form decays . ' ELOISA ELOISA TO ABELARD . By ALEXANDER POPE , Esq . [ 42 ] For me, no more the path invites, ...
Pàgina 43
Carefully Selected and Arranged in Six Volumes James Roach. ELOISA TO ABELARD . By ALEXANDER POPE , Esq . ABELARD and ELOISA flourished in the twelfth cen- tury . They were two of the moft diftinguished perfons of their age in learning ...
Carefully Selected and Arranged in Six Volumes James Roach. ELOISA TO ABELARD . By ALEXANDER POPE , Esq . ABELARD and ELOISA flourished in the twelfth cen- tury . They were two of the moft diftinguished perfons of their age in learning ...
Pàgina 44
... Abelard has part , Still rebel nature holds out half my heart ; Nor pray'rs nor fafts its stubborn pulse restrain , Nor tears for ages taught to flow in vain . Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose , That well - known name awakens all ...
... Abelard has part , Still rebel nature holds out half my heart ; Nor pray'rs nor fafts its stubborn pulse restrain , Nor tears for ages taught to flow in vain . Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose , That well - known name awakens all ...
Pàgina 45
... Abelard lefs kind than they ? Tears ftill are mine , and those I need not fpare , Love but demands what else were shed in pray'r ; No happier task thefe faded eyes purfue ; To read and weep is all they now can do . Then share thy pain ...
... Abelard lefs kind than they ? Tears ftill are mine , and those I need not fpare , Love but demands what else were shed in pray'r ; No happier task thefe faded eyes purfue ; To read and weep is all they now can do . Then share thy pain ...
Pàgina 47
... Abelard and me . Alas , how chang'd ! what fudden horrors rife ! A naked lover bound and bleeding lies ! Where , where was Eloife ? her voice , her hand , Her poniard had oppos'd the dire command . Barbarian , ftay ! that bloody stroke ...
... Abelard and me . Alas , how chang'd ! what fudden horrors rife ! A naked lover bound and bleeding lies ! Where , where was Eloife ? her voice , her hand , Her poniard had oppos'd the dire command . Barbarian , ftay ! that bloody stroke ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
Abelard arms beauteous befide Bertram bleffings blefs'd bleft blifs bofom breaft BRINKBURN Priory caft charms clofe dæmon death defire diff'rent duft Emma Emma's ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafe faid fair falfe fame fate fear fecret feek fhade fhall fhare fhine fhould fide fighs filence firft fkies flame fleep fmiling foft folemn fome fond fons foon forrow foul fpread frike ftands ftate fteps ftill ftream fuch fwain fweet grave guife heart Heaven Henry Hermit juft laft lefs loft lord lov'd maid manfion mankind mind mofs muft muſt ne'er night Northumberland Nut-brown Maid o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH paffion pain PERCY pleaſure pow'r praife pray'r pride raiſe Reafon reft rife rofe round tears thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thro toil tomb truth uſe virtue wand'ring Warkworth wealth weep Whilft whofe wretch young youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 55 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Pàgina 58 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Pàgina 14 - And while he sinks, without one arm to save, The country blooms — a garden and a grave. Where then, ah! where, shall poverty reside, To 'scape the pressure of contiguous pride? If to some common's...
Pàgina 2 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Pàgina 16 - Far different there from all that charm'd before, The various terrors of that horrid shore ; Those blazing suns that dart a downward ray, And fiercely shed intolerable day ; Those matted woods where birds forget to sing, But silent bats in drowsy clusters cling...
Pàgina 60 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Pàgina 5 - I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose : I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my book-learned skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt, and all I saw...
Pàgina 24 - Now sunk the sun ; the closing hour of day Came onward, mantled o'er with sober...
Pàgina 38 - While low delights, succeeding fast behind, In happier meanness occupy the mind: As in those domes, where...
Pàgina 54 - Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.