The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... eyes forget his Sappho's hand ? Must then her name the wretched writer prove , To thy remembrance loft , as to thy love ? Ask not the cause that I new numbers chuse , The Lute neglected , and the Lyric muse ; Love taught my tears in ...
... eyes forget his Sappho's hand ? Must then her name the wretched writer prove , To thy remembrance loft , as to thy love ? Ask not the cause that I new numbers chuse , The Lute neglected , and the Lyric muse ; Love taught my tears in ...
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... eyes ? The harp and bow would you like Phoebus bear , A brighter Phoebus Phaon might appear ; Would you with ivy wreath your flowing hair , Not Bacchus ' felf with Phaon could compare : Yet Phoebus lov'd , and Bacchus felt the flame ...
... eyes ? The harp and bow would you like Phoebus bear , A brighter Phoebus Phaon might appear ; Would you with ivy wreath your flowing hair , Not Bacchus ' felf with Phaon could compare : Yet Phoebus lov'd , and Bacchus felt the flame ...
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... 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 this embrace ! The vows you never will return , receive ; And ...
... 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 this embrace ! The vows you never will return , receive ; And ...
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... eyes , And why this grief ? thy daughter lives , he cries . Stung with my love , and furious with despair , All torn my garments , and my bofom bare , My woes , thy crimes , I to the world proclaim ; Such inconfiftent things are love ...
... eyes , And why this grief ? thy daughter lives , he cries . Stung with my love , and furious with despair , All torn my garments , and my bofom bare , My woes , thy crimes , I to the world proclaim ; Such inconfiftent things are love ...
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... eyes to dream of you again : Then frantic rife , and like fome Fury rove 150 155 Thro ' lonely plains , and thro ' the filent grove , 160 As if the filent grove , and lonely plains , That knew my pleafures , could relieve my pains . I ...
... eyes to dream of you again : Then frantic rife , and like fome Fury rove 150 155 Thro ' lonely plains , and thro ' the filent grove , 160 As if the filent grove , and lonely plains , That knew my pleafures , could relieve my pains . I ...
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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...