The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... Kings he vanquished to draw him in his Chariot . The pofture of his ftatue , in these verses , is correfpondent to the defcription which Herodotus gives of one of them remaining in his own time . P. VER . 119. Of Gothic ftructure was ...
... Kings he vanquished to draw him in his Chariot . The pofture of his ftatue , in these verses , is correfpondent to the defcription which Herodotus gives of one of them remaining in his own time . P. VER . 119. Of Gothic ftructure was ...
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... King : Bright as the rifing fun , in fummer's day , And fresh and blooming as the month of May ! The joyful Knight furvey'd her by his fide , 340 345 Nor envy'd Paris with the Spartan bride : Still as his mind revolv'd with vaft delight ...
... King : Bright as the rifing fun , in fummer's day , And fresh and blooming as the month of May ! The joyful Knight furvey'd her by his fide , 340 345 Nor envy'd Paris with the Spartan bride : Still as his mind revolv'd with vaft delight ...
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... king , and little fairy queen , In circling dances gambol'd on the green , While tuneful fprites a merry concert made , And airy music warbled thro ' the shade . Hither the noble knight would oft repair , ( His scene of pleasure , and ...
... king , and little fairy queen , In circling dances gambol'd on the green , While tuneful fprites a merry concert made , And airy music warbled thro ' the shade . Hither the noble knight would oft repair , ( His scene of pleasure , and ...
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... King befpoke his Queen . ' Tis too apparent , argue what you can , The treachery you women use to man : A thoufand authors have this truth made out , 625 And fad experience leaves no room for doubt . 630 Heav'n reft thy fpirit , noble ...
... King befpoke his Queen . ' Tis too apparent , argue what you can , The treachery you women use to man : A thoufand authors have this truth made out , 625 And fad experience leaves no room for doubt . 630 Heav'n reft thy fpirit , noble ...
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... King ( as ancient story boasts ) Built a fair temple to the Lord of hofts ; He ceas'd at laft his Maker to adore , 685 And did as much for Idol gods , or more . Beware what lavish praises you confer On a rank leacher and idolater ...
... King ( as ancient story boasts ) Built a fair temple to the Lord of hofts ; He ceas'd at laft his Maker to adore , 685 And did as much for Idol gods , or more . Beware what lavish praises you confer On a rank leacher and idolater ...
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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...