The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... arms you center'd all your joy : No time the dear remembrance can remove , For oh ! how vaft a memory has love ? My mufic , then , you could for ever hear , And all my words were music to your ear . You stopp'd with kiffes my enchanting ...
... arms you center'd all your joy : No time the dear remembrance can remove , For oh ! how vaft a memory has love ? My mufic , then , you could for ever hear , And all my words were music to your ear . You stopp'd with kiffes my enchanting ...
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... arms , and melt in this embrace ! The vows you never will return , receive ; And take at least the love you will not give . See , while I write , my words are loft in tears ; The lefs my fenfe , the more my love appears . Sure ' twas ...
... arms , and melt in this embrace ! The vows you never will return , receive ; And take at least the love you will not give . See , while I write , my words are loft in tears ; The lefs my fenfe , the more my love appears . Sure ' twas ...
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... arms ! Then round your neck in wanton wreaths I twine , Then you , methinks , as fondly circle mine : A thousand tender words I hear and fpeak ; A thousand melting kisses give , and take : Then fiercer joys , I blush to mention these ...
... arms ! Then round your neck in wanton wreaths I twine , Then you , methinks , as fondly circle mine : A thousand tender words I hear and fpeak ; A thousand melting kisses give , and take : Then fiercer joys , I blush to mention these ...
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... arms above , Shades all the banks , and seems itself a grove ; Eternal greens the moffy margin grace , Watch'd by the fylvan Genius of the place . Here as I lay , and swell'd with tears the flood , 185 Before my fight a wat'ry Virgin ...
... arms above , Shades all the banks , and seems itself a grove ; Eternal greens the moffy margin grace , Watch'd by the fylvan Genius of the place . Here as I lay , and swell'd with tears the flood , 185 Before my fight a wat'ry Virgin ...
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... arms . I wake : -no more I hear , no more I view , The phantom flies me , as unkind as you . I call aloud ; it hears not what I fay : 235 I ftretch my empty arms ; it glides away . To dream once more I close my willing eyes ; Ye foft ...
... arms . I wake : -no more I hear , no more I view , The phantom flies me , as unkind as you . I call aloud ; it hears not what I fay : 235 I ftretch my empty arms ; it glides away . To dream once more I close my willing eyes ; Ye foft ...
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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...