The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... gentle mate . 290 Old wives there are , of judgment most acute , 295 Who folve these questions beyond all dispute ; Confult with thofe , and be of better chear ; Marry , do penance , and difmifs your fear . 305 So faid , they rofe , nor ...
... gentle mate . 290 Old wives there are , of judgment most acute , 295 Who folve these questions beyond all dispute ; Confult with thofe , and be of better chear ; Marry , do penance , and difmifs your fear . 305 So faid , they rofe , nor ...
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... ! renown'd among the tuneful throng 335 For gentle lays , and joyous nuptial song ; Think not your softeft numbers can display The matchless glories of this blissful day ; The joys are fuch , as far transcend your rage 88 JANUARY AND MAY .
... ! renown'd among the tuneful throng 335 For gentle lays , and joyous nuptial song ; Think not your softeft numbers can display The matchless glories of this blissful day ; The joys are fuch , as far transcend your rage 88 JANUARY AND MAY .
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... gentle May : Where , as the try'd his pulfe , he softly drew A heaving figh , and caft a mournful view ! Then gave his bill , and brib'd the pow'rs divine , With fecret vows , to favour his.defign . Who ftudies now but difcontented May ...
... gentle May : Where , as the try'd his pulfe , he softly drew A heaving figh , and caft a mournful view ! Then gave his bill , and brib'd the pow'rs divine , With fecret vows , to favour his.defign . Who ftudies now but difcontented May ...
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... gentle minds to pity those who love ! Had fome fierce tyrant in her stead been found , The poor adorer fure had hang'd , or drown'd : 435 But fhe , your fex's mirrour , free from pride , Was much too meek to prove a homicide . But to my ...
... gentle minds to pity those who love ! Had fome fierce tyrant in her stead been found , The poor adorer fure had hang'd , or drown'd : 435 But fhe , your fex's mirrour , free from pride , Was much too meek to prove a homicide . But to my ...
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... gentle knight , what would thy eyes avail , 500 Tho ' they could fee as far as fhips can fail ? ' Tis better , fure , when blind , deceiv'd to be , Than be deluded when a man can fee ! Argus himself , fo cautious and fo wife , Was over ...
... gentle knight , what would thy eyes avail , 500 Tho ' they could fee as far as fhips can fail ? ' Tis better , fure , when blind , deceiv'd to be , Than be deluded when a man can fee ! Argus himself , fo cautious and fo wife , Was over ...
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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...