 Thou, only thou, directing all our way ! To where the Seine, obsequious as she runs, Pours at great Bourbon's feet her silken sons ; Or Tiber, now no longer Roman, rolls, Vain of Italian arts, Italian souls : To happy convents, bosom'd deep in vines,...  Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine - Page 2481845Full view - About this book
 | Alexander Pope - 1998 - 260 pages
...our way! To where the Seine, obsequious as she runs, Pours at great Bourbon's feet her silken sons; Or Tiber, now no longer Roman, rolls, Vain of Italian arts, Italian souls: 300 To happy convents, bosomed deep in vines, Where slumber abbots, purple as their wines: To isles... | |
 | Marty Roth - 2005 - 272 pages
...or night go by But it found him wine-soaked and wavering (Seward 9), while Alexander Pope referred to happy convents, bosom'd deep in vines, Where slumber abbots, purple as their wines. (246) In his chapter on banquet literature, Mikhail Bakhtin cites the eleventhcentury "Treatise of... | |
 | Michael Alexander - 2007 - 348 pages
...Eloisa, and he shared the scepticism of his enlightened age towards the religious life, writing of 'happy Convents, bosom'd deep in vines,/ Where slumber Abbots, purple as their wines' (Dunciad, IV, 301-2). The monasteries Pope satirises here are in France, where they were to flourish... | |
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