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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 ! 20 Shrines ! where their vigils pale - ey ' d
virgins ...
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 ! 20 Shrines ! where their vigils pale - ey ' d
virgins ...
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... intruding itself in the midst of her devotion , Ver . 115 ; the sudden check to her
passion , Ver . 125 ; need not be pointed out to any reader of sensibility , and
lover of true poetry . You rais ' d these hallow ' d walls ; 34 ELOISA TO ABELARD
.
... intruding itself in the midst of her devotion , Ver . 115 ; the sudden check to her
passion , Ver . 125 ; need not be pointed out to any reader of sensibility , and
lover of true poetry . You rais ' d these hallow ' d walls ; 34 ELOISA TO ABELARD
.
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You rais ' d these hallow ' d walls ; the desert smil ' d , And Paradise was open ' d
in the Wild . No weeping orphan saw his father ' s stores 135 Our shrines irradiate
, or emblaze the floors ; No silver saints , by dying misers giv ' n , Here brib ' d ...
You rais ' d these hallow ' d walls ; the desert smil ' d , And Paradise was open ' d
in the Wild . No weeping orphan saw his father ' s stores 135 Our shrines irradiate
, or emblaze the floors ; No silver saints , by dying misers giv ' n , Here brib ' d ...
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In each low wind methinks a spirit calls , 305 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 ...
In each low wind methinks a spirit calls , 305 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 ...
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345 When this rebellious heart shall beat no more : If ever chance two wand ' ring
lovers brings To Paraclete ' s white walls and silver springs , NOTES . to Eloïsa ,
who interred it in the monastery of the Paraclete ; and it was accompanied with ...
345 When this rebellious heart shall beat no more : If ever chance two wand ' ring
lovers brings To Paraclete ' s white walls and silver springs , NOTES . to Eloïsa ,
who interred it in the monastery of the Paraclete ; and it was accompanied with ...
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Page 352 - VIXIT TITULIS ET INVIDIA MAJOR ANNOS, HEU PAUCOS, XXXV. OB. FEB. XIV. MDCCXX. Statesman, yet Friend to Truth! of Soul sincere, In Action faithful, and in Honour clear! Who broke no Promise, serv'd no private End, Who gain'd no Title, and who lost no Friend, Ennobled by Himself, by All approv'd, Prais'd, wept, and honour'd, by the Muse he lov'd. THE
Page 35 - let the pealing organ blow In the full-voic'd quire below ; In service high and anthem clear, As may with sweetness through mine ear Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all heav'n before mine eyes.
Page 354 - to this fair Urn we trust. And sacred, place by DRYDEN'S awful dust: Beneath a rude and nameless stone he lies, To which thy Tomb shall guide inquiring eyes. Peace to thy gentle shade, and endless rest! Blest in thy Genius, in thy Love too blest!
Page 349 - Vice had his hate and pity too. Blest Courtier! who could King and country please, Yet sacred keep his Friendships, and his Ease. Blest Peer! his great Forefathers ev'ry grace Reflecting, and reflected in his Race ; Where other BUCKHURSTS, other DORSETS shine, And Patriots still, or Poets, deck the line. NOTES.
Page 27 - heat? Yet, yet I love !—From Abelard it came, And Elo'isa yet must kiss the name. Dear fatal name ! rest ever unreveal'd, Nor pass these lips in holy silence seal'd; 10 Hide it, my heart, within that close disguise, Where mixd with God's, his lov'd idea lies:
Page 92 - me live, or die unknown: Oh ! grant an honest fame, or grant me none ! " THIS poem contains great strokes of Gothic imagination, yet bordering often on the most ideal and capricious extravagance. The poet, in a vision, sees a temple of glass; ' In which were more images Of gold stondinge in sundrie stages,
Page 189 - Corinth's pleasing site surveys. Twas now the time when Phoebus yields to night, And rising Cynthia sheds her silver light, 475 Wide o'er the world in solemn pomp she drew, Her airy chariot hung with pearly dew ; All birds and beasts lie hush'd ; sleep steals away The wild desires of men, and toils of day,
Page 40 - more I hear, no more I view, 235 The phantom flies me, as unkind as you, I call aloud; it hears not what I say : I stretch my empty arms ; it glides away. To dream once more I close my willing eyes ; Ye soft illusions, dear deceits, arise ; 240 NOTES.
Page 17 - But when from hence he plung'd into the main, Deucalion scorn'd, and Pyrrha lov'd in vain. Haste, Sappho, haste, from high Leucadia throw Thy wretched weight, nor dread the deeps below !" She spoke, and vanish'd with the voice—I rise, And silent tears fall trickling from my eyes. 200 NOTES. Ver. 188. Leucadian
Page 279 - more genius and imagination; the one excelled in beauty, the other in energy. Michael Angelo has more of the poetical inspiration, his ideas are vast and sublime, his people are a superior order of beings; there is nothing about them, nothing in the air of their actions, or their attitudes, or the style and cast
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| Title | The Works of Alexander Pope, Volume 2 The Works of Alexander Pope, Alexander Pope |
| Author | Alexander Pope |
| Editor | Joseph Warton |
| Illustrated by | Joseph Warton |
| Publisher | J.F. Dove, St. John's Square, 1822 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 11 Apr 2006 |
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