The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... 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 , Yet , while ...
... 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 , Yet , while ...
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... 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 ...
... 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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... round her throws A death - like filence , and a dread repose : Her gloomy presence faddens all the scene , Shades ev'ry flow'r , and darkens ev'ry green , 160 165 Deepens the murmur of the falling floods , And breathes ELOISA TO ABELARD ...
... round her throws A death - like filence , and a dread repose : Her gloomy presence faddens all the scene , Shades ev'ry flow'r , and darkens ev'ry green , 160 165 Deepens the murmur of the falling floods , And breathes ELOISA TO ABELARD ...
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... round thy phantom glue my clasping 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 ...
... round thy phantom glue my clasping 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 ...
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... round . While proftrate here in humble grief I lie , Kind , virtuous drops juft gath'ring in my eye , While praying , trembling , in the duft I roll , And dawning grace is op'ning on my foul : Come , if thou dar'ft , all charming as ...
... round . While proftrate here in humble grief I lie , Kind , virtuous drops juft gath'ring in my eye , While praying , trembling , in the duft I roll , And dawning grace is op'ning on my foul : Come , if thou dar'ft , all charming as ...
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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...