The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... Shades all the banks , and seems itself a grove ; Eternal greens the moffy margin grace , Watch'd by the fylvan Genius of the place . Here as I lay , and swell'd with tears the flood , 185 Before my fight a wat'ry Virgin ftood : She ...
... Shades all the banks , and seems itself a grove ; Eternal greens the moffy margin grace , Watch'd by the fylvan Genius of the place . Here as I lay , and swell'd with tears the flood , 185 Before my fight a wat'ry Virgin ftood : She ...
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... throws A death - like filence , and a dread repose : Her gloomy presence faddens all the scene , Shades ev'ry flow'r , and darkens ev'ry green , 160 165 Deepens the murmur of the falling floods , And breathes ELOISA TO ABELARD . 31.
... throws A death - like filence , and a dread repose : Her gloomy presence faddens all the scene , Shades ev'ry flow'r , and darkens ev'ry green , 160 165 Deepens the murmur of the falling floods , And breathes ELOISA TO ABELARD . 31.
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... It was conferved with the shade ( All the writing that I fye ) Of the caftle that ftoode on high , And stood eke in fo cold a place , 1 hat heate might it not deface . P. So Zembla's rocks ( the beauteous work of froft ) 48 THE TEMPLE.
... It was conferved with the shade ( All the writing that I fye ) Of the caftle that ftoode on high , And stood eke in fo cold a place , 1 hat heate might it not deface . P. So Zembla's rocks ( the beauteous work of froft ) 48 THE TEMPLE.
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... shade . 60 The Maker faw , took pity , and bestow'd Woman , the last , the best referv'd of God . 65 A Wife ! ah gentle deities , can he That has a wife , e'er feel adverfity ? Would men but follow what the fex advise , All things would ...
... shade . 60 The Maker faw , took pity , and bestow'd Woman , the last , the best referv'd of God . 65 A Wife ! ah gentle deities , can he That has a wife , e'er feel adverfity ? Would men but follow what the fex advise , All things would ...
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... shade . Hither the noble knight would oft repair , ( His scene of pleasure , and peculiar care ) For this he held it dear , and always bore The filver key that lock'd the garden door . To this sweet place in fummer's fultry heat , He us ...
... shade . Hither the noble knight would oft repair , ( His scene of pleasure , and peculiar care ) For this he held it dear , and always bore The filver key that lock'd the garden door . To this sweet place in fummer's fultry heat , He us ...
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Seite 30 - With other beauties charm my partial eyes, Full in my view set all the bright abode, And make my soul quit Abelard for God.
Seite 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.
Seite 19 - Phaon's hate, And hope from seas and rocks a milder fate. Ye gentle gales, beneath my body blow, And softly lay me on the waves below!
Seite 29 - ... on earth there be), And once the lot of Abelard and me. Alas, how chang'd ! what...
Seite 26 - Yet write, oh write me all, that I may join Griefs to thy griefs, and echo sighs to thine. Nor foes nor fortune take this power away; And is my Abelard less kind than they?
Seite 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.
Seite 39 - When this rebellious heart shall beat no more; 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 falling tears each other sheds, 350 Then sadly say, with mutual pity mov'd, "Oh may we never love as these have lov'd!
Seite 29 - Ev'n thought meets thought, ere from the lips it part, And each warm wish springs mutual from the heart. This sure is bliss (if bliss on earth there be) And once the lot of Abelard and me.
Seite 26 - Nor prayers nor fasts 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 my woes.
Seite 31 - The darksome pines, that o'er yon rocks reclin'd, Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wandering streams that shine between the hills, The grots that echo to the tinkling rills, The dying gales that pant upon the trees, The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze...