The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... still increase the woes so foon begun ? Inur'd to forrow from my tender years , 70 My parent's afhes drank my early ... Still is there cause for Sappho still to love : So from my birth the Sifters fix'd my doom , And gave to Venus all my ...
... still increase the woes so foon begun ? Inur'd to forrow from my tender years , 70 My parent's afhes drank my early ... Still is there cause for Sappho still to love : So from my birth the Sifters fix'd my doom , And gave to Venus all my ...
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... Still breath'd in fighs , still usher'd with a tear . I tremble too , where'er my own I find , 30 Some dire misfortune follows close behind . Line after line my gufhing eyes o'erflow , 35 Led thro ' a fad variety of woe : Now warm in ...
... Still breath'd in fighs , still usher'd with a tear . I tremble too , where'er my own I find , 30 Some dire misfortune follows close behind . Line after line my gufhing eyes o'erflow , 35 Led thro ' a fad variety of woe : Now warm in ...
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... Still on that breast enamour'd let me lie , Still drink delicious poifon from thy eye , Pant on thy lip , and to thy heart be press'd ; Give all thou canft- and let me dream the rest . Ah no ! inftruct me other joys to prize , With ...
... Still on that breast enamour'd let me lie , Still drink delicious poifon from thy eye , Pant on thy lip , and to thy heart be press'd ; Give all thou canft- and let me dream the rest . Ah no ! inftruct me other joys to prize , With ...
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... Still as the fea , ere winds were taught to blow , Or moving spirit bade the waters flow ; Soft as the flumbers of a faint forgiv❜n , And mild as op'ning gleams of promis'd heav'n . Come , Abelard ! for what haft thou to dread ? The ...
... Still as the fea , ere winds were taught to blow , Or moving spirit bade the waters flow ; Soft as the flumbers of a faint forgiv❜n , And mild as op'ning gleams of promis'd heav'n . Come , Abelard ! for what haft thou to dread ? The ...
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... still he fix'd a rev'rend eye , Great without pride , in modest majesty . In living sculpture on the fides were spread The Latian Wars , and haughty Turnus dead ; 205 VER . 196 , etc. ] IMITATION S. There faw I ftand on a pillere That ...
... still he fix'd a rev'rend eye , Great without pride , in modest majesty . In living sculpture on the fides were spread The Latian Wars , and haughty Turnus dead ; 205 VER . 196 , etc. ] IMITATION S. There faw I ftand on a pillere That ...
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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...