The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... thee . The Muses teach me all their softeft lays , And the wide world refounds with Sappho's praise . great Alcæus more fublimely fings , Tho ' And strikes with bolder rage the founding ftrings , No less renown attends the moving lyre ...
... thee . The Muses teach me all their softeft lays , And the wide world refounds with Sappho's praise . great Alcæus more fublimely fings , Tho ' And strikes with bolder rage the founding ftrings , No less renown attends the moving lyre ...
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... thee , the laft and greatest of my woes ? No more my robes in waving purple flow , Nor on my hand the sparkling di'monds glow ; No more my locks in ringlets curl'd diffuse The coftly sweetness of Arabian dews , 80 Nor braids of gold the ...
... thee , the laft and greatest of my woes ? No more my robes in waving purple flow , Nor on my hand the sparkling di'monds glow ; No more my locks in ringlets curl'd diffuse The coftly sweetness of Arabian dews , 80 Nor braids of gold the ...
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... thee to the skies , But Mars on thee might look with Venus ' eyes . O fcarce a youth , yet scarce a tender boy ! O useful time for lovers to employ ! 100 Pride of thy age , and glory of thy race , 105 Come to these arms , and melt in ...
... thee to the skies , But Mars on thee might look with Venus ' eyes . O fcarce a youth , yet scarce a tender boy ! O useful time for lovers to employ ! 100 Pride of thy age , and glory of thy race , 105 Come to these arms , and melt in ...
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... thee , When 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 ...
... thee , When 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 ...
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... thee the fading trees appear to mourn , And birds defer their fongs till thy return : Night fhades the groves , and all in filence lie , 175 All but the mournful Philomel and I : With mournful Philomel I join my strain , Of Tereus fhe ...
... thee the fading trees appear to mourn , And birds defer their fongs till thy return : Night fhades the groves , and all in filence lie , 175 All but the mournful Philomel and I : With mournful Philomel I join my strain , Of Tereus fhe ...
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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...