The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... First Book of STATIUS'S THEBAIS Page 3 25 45 76 107 127 193 The FABLE of DRYOPE , from Ovid's Metamor- phofes VERTUMNUS and POMONA , from Ovid's Meta- morphofes IMITATIONS I. Of CHAUCER II . Of SPENCER . The ALLEY 203 213 215 III . of ...
... First Book of STATIUS'S THEBAIS Page 3 25 45 76 107 127 193 The FABLE of DRYOPE , from Ovid's Metamor- phofes VERTUMNUS and POMONA , from Ovid's Meta- morphofes IMITATIONS I. Of CHAUCER II . Of SPENCER . The ALLEY 203 213 215 III . of ...
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... first I heard ( from whom I hardly knew ) That you were fled , and all my joys with you , Like fome fad ftatue , speechless , pale I ftood , 125 Grief chill'd my breast , and stopp'd my freezing blood ; No figh to rife , no tear had pow ...
... first I heard ( from whom I hardly knew ) That you were fled , and all my joys with you , Like fome fad ftatue , speechless , pale I ftood , 125 Grief chill'd my breast , and stopp'd my freezing blood ; No figh to rife , no tear had pow ...
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... first I met thy flame ,, When Love approach'd me under Friendship's name ; My fancy form'd thee of angelic kind , Some emanation of th'all - beauteous Mind . Those smiling eyes , attemp'ring ev'ry ray , Shone fweetly lambent with ...
... first I met thy flame ,, When Love approach'd me under Friendship's name ; My fancy form'd thee of angelic kind , Some emanation of th'all - beauteous Mind . Those smiling eyes , attemp'ring ev'ry ray , Shone fweetly lambent with ...
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... first separately printed in Mifcellanies by J. Tonfon and B. Lintot , and afterwards collected in the Quarto Edition of 1717. The Imitations of English Authors , which are added at the end , were done as early , fome of them at fourteen ...
... first separately printed in Mifcellanies by J. Tonfon and B. Lintot , and afterwards collected in the Quarto Edition of 1717. The Imitations of English Authors , which are added at the end , were done as early , fome of them at fourteen ...
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... being nothing in the two first books that answers to their title : wherever any hint is taken from him , the paffage itself is fet down in the mar- ginal notes . P. Plate V Vol . II . facing p.45 · Ant ADVERTISEMENT. ...
... being nothing in the two first books that answers to their title : wherever any hint is taken from him , the paffage itself is fet down in the mar- ginal notes . P. Plate V Vol . II . facing p.45 · Ant ADVERTISEMENT. ...
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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...