The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... last joy was dearer than the rest . 45 50 55 Then with each word , each glance , each motion fir'd , You ftill enjoy'd , and yet you ftill defir'd , ' Till all diffolving in the trance we lay , And in tumultuous raptures dy'd away . The ...
... last joy was dearer than the rest . 45 50 55 Then with each word , each glance , each motion fir'd , You ftill enjoy'd , and yet you ftill defir'd , ' Till all diffolving in the trance we lay , And in tumultuous raptures dy'd away . The ...
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... last breath , and catch my flying foul ! Ah no - in facred vestments may'st thou ftand , 325 The hallow'd taper trembling in thy hand , Prefent the Cross before my lifted eye , Teach me at once , and learn of me to die . Ah then , thy ...
... last breath , and catch my flying foul ! Ah no - in facred vestments may'st thou ftand , 325 The hallow'd taper trembling in thy hand , Prefent the Cross before my lifted eye , Teach me at once , and learn of me to die . Ah then , thy ...
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... last . Some fresh engrav'd appear'd of Wits renown'd ; 35 I look'd again , nor could their trace be found . Critics I faw , that other names deface , And fix their own , with labour , in their place : Their own , like others , foon ...
... last . Some fresh engrav'd appear'd of Wits renown'd ; 35 I look'd again , nor could their trace be found . Critics I faw , that other names deface , And fix their own , with labour , in their place : Their own , like others , foon ...
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... last , eternal , thro ' the length of days , Around these wonders as I cast a look , The trumpet founded , and the temple shook , IMITATIONS . Her felfe tho wonderly ftraight , That with her feet she the earth reight , And with her head ...
... last , eternal , thro ' the length of days , Around these wonders as I cast a look , The trumpet founded , and the temple shook , IMITATIONS . Her felfe tho wonderly ftraight , That with her feet she the earth reight , And with her head ...
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... last agreed , together out they fly , Infeparable now , the truth and lye ; The ftrict companions are for ever join'd , And this or that unmix'd , no mortal e'er fhall find . While thus I ftood , intent to fee and hear , One came ...
... last agreed , together out they fly , Infeparable now , the truth and lye ; The ftrict companions are for ever join'd , And this or that unmix'd , no mortal e'er fhall find . While thus I ftood , intent to fee and hear , One came ...
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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...