The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... DRYOPE , from Ovid's Meta- morphofes 227 VERTUMNUS and POMONA , from Ovid's Me- tamorphofes 239 IMITATIONS , I. Of CHAUCER II . Of SPENCER , The ALLEY 253 255 259 III . Of WALLER , on a lady finging to her lute On a FAN of the author's ...
... DRYOPE , from Ovid's Meta- morphofes 227 VERTUMNUS and POMONA , from Ovid's Me- tamorphofes 239 IMITATIONS , I. Of CHAUCER II . Of SPENCER , The ALLEY 253 255 259 III . Of WALLER , on a lady finging to her lute On a FAN of the author's ...
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Alexander Pope. THE FABLE O F DRYOP E. From the NINTH Book of OVID'S METAMORPHOSES . VOL . II . P DRYOPE IN ARBOREM . DIXIT IXIT : et , admonitu.
Alexander Pope. THE FABLE O F DRYOP E. From the NINTH Book of OVID'S METAMORPHOSES . VOL . II . P DRYOPE IN ARBOREM . DIXIT IXIT : et , admonitu.
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... Dryope : quam virginitate carentem , Vimque Dei paffam , Delphos Delonque tenentis , NOTES . DRYOPE . ] Upon the Occafion of the Death of Hercules , his Mother Alcmena recounts her misfortunes to Iole , who answers THE FABL E O F DRYOP ...
... Dryope : quam virginitate carentem , Vimque Dei paffam , Delphos Delonque tenentis , NOTES . DRYOPE . ] Upon the Occafion of the Death of Hercules , his Mother Alcmena recounts her misfortunes to Iole , who answers THE FABL E O F DRYOP ...
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... Dryope the fair , Her tender mother's only hope and pride , ( Myself the offspring of a fecond bride . ) This Nymph ... Dryope , which is the subject of the enfuing table . P. 15 Excipit Andraemon ; et habetur conjuge felix . Eft P 2 ...
... Dryope the fair , Her tender mother's only hope and pride , ( Myself the offspring of a fecond bride . ) This Nymph ... Dryope , which is the subject of the enfuing table . P. 15 Excipit Andraemon ; et habetur conjuge felix . Eft P 2 ...
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... Dryope fatorum nefcia ; quóque Indignere magis , Nymphis latura coronas . Inque finu puerum , qui nondum impleverat annum , Dulce ferebat onus ; tepidique ope lactis alebat . 20 Haud procul a ftagno , Tyrios imitata colores , In fpem ...
... Dryope fatorum nefcia ; quóque Indignere magis , Nymphis latura coronas . Inque finu puerum , qui nondum impleverat annum , Dulce ferebat onus ; tepidique ope lactis alebat . 20 Haud procul a ftagno , Tyrios imitata colores , In fpem ...
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Seite 30 - 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 28 - And Saints with wonder heard the vows I made, Yet then, to those dread altars as I drew...
Seite 30 - The darksome pines that o'er yon rocks reclin'd Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wand'ring 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 ; No more these scenes my meditation aid, Or lull to rest the visionary maid.
Seite 59 - The figur'd games of Greece the column grace, Neptune and Jove survey the rapid race. The youths hang o'er their chariots as they run ; The fiery steeds seem starting from the stone ; The champions in distorted postures threat ; 220 And all appear'd irregularly great. Here happy Horace tun'd th...
Seite 35 - 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 25 - 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 33 - The phantom flies me, as unkind as you. I call aloud; it hears not what I say; I stretch my empty arms; it glides away: To dream once more I close my willing eyes; Ye soft illusions, dear deceits, arise! 240 Alas no more!— methinks we wandring go Thro...
Seite 35 - When from the cenfer clouds of fragrance roll, And fwelling organs lift the rifing foul, One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight, Priefts, tapers, temples, fwim before my fight : In feas of flame my plunging foul is drown'd, 275 While Altars blaze, and Angels tremble round.
Seite 27 - em all: Not Caesar's empress would I deign to prove; No, make me mistress to the man I love; If there be yet another name more free, More fond than mistress, make me that to thee!
Seite 27 - Oh! happy state! when souls each other draw, When love is liberty, and nature law...