The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... rocks around , the hanging roofs above , That charm'd me more , with native mofs o'ergrown , Than Phrygian marble , or the Parian ftone . 166 I find the fhades that veil'd our joys before ; But , Phaon gone , thofe fhades delight no ...
... rocks around , the hanging roofs above , That charm'd me more , with native mofs o'ergrown , Than Phrygian marble , or the Parian ftone . 166 I find the fhades that veil'd our joys before ; But , Phaon gone , thofe fhades delight no ...
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... rock , from whose impending steep " Apollo's fane furveys the rolling deep ; " There injur'd lovers leaping from above , " Their flames extinguish , and forget to love . " Deucalion once with hopeless fury burn'd , " In vain he lov'd ...
... rock , from whose impending steep " Apollo's fane furveys the rolling deep ; " There injur'd lovers leaping from above , " Their flames extinguish , and forget to love . " Deucalion once with hopeless fury burn'd , " In vain he lov'd ...
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... rocks and feas to prove . How much I fear , but ah , how much I love ! I go , ye Nymphs , where furious love inspires ; Let female fears fubmit to female fires . To rocks and seas I fly from Phaon's hate , And hope from feas and rocks a ...
... rocks and feas to prove . How much I fear , but ah , how much I love ! I go , ye Nymphs , where furious love inspires ; Let female fears fubmit to female fires . To rocks and seas I fly from Phaon's hate , And hope from feas and rocks a ...
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... rocks than to thy bofom preft ? This breast which once , in vain ! you lik'd fo well ; Where the Loves play'd , and where the Mufes dwell . Alas ! the Mufes now no more inspire , Untun'd my lute , and filent is my lyre , My languid ...
... rocks than to thy bofom preft ? This breast which once , in vain ! you lik'd fo well ; Where the Loves play'd , and where the Mufes dwell . Alas ! the Mufes now no more inspire , Untun'd my lute , and filent is my lyre , My languid ...
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... darkfome round contains Repentant fighs , and voluntary pains : Ye rugged rocks ! which holy knees have worn ; 5 ΤΟ 15 Ye grots and caverns fhagg'd with horrid thorn ! 20 Shrines ! where their vigils pale - ey'd virgins keep 1 ...
... darkfome round contains Repentant fighs , and voluntary pains : Ye rugged rocks ! which holy knees have worn ; 5 ΤΟ 15 Ye grots and caverns fhagg'd with horrid thorn ! 20 Shrines ! where their vigils pale - ey'd virgins keep 1 ...
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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...