The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... breast , Alas , what more could fate itself impose , But thee , the last and greatest of my woes ? No more my robes in waving purple flow , Nor on my hand the sparkling di'monds glow ; No more my locks in ringlets curl'd diffuse The ...
... breast , Alas , what more could fate itself impose , But thee , the last and greatest of my woes ? No more my robes in waving purple flow , Nor on my hand the sparkling di'monds glow ; No more my locks in ringlets curl'd diffuse The ...
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... breast , and stopp'd my freezing blood ; No figh to rife , no tear had pow'r to flow , Fix'd in a stupid lethargy of woe : But when its way th ' impetuous paffion found , I rend my treffes , and my breast I wound ; 130 I rave , then ...
... breast , and stopp'd my freezing blood ; No figh to rife , no tear had pow'r to flow , Fix'd in a stupid lethargy of woe : But when its way th ' impetuous paffion found , I rend my treffes , and my breast I wound ; 130 I rave , then ...
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... breast which once , in vain ! you lik'd fo well ; Where the Loves play'd , and where the Mufes dwell , Alas ! the Mufes now no more infpire , Untun'd my lute , and filent is my lyre , Non mihi refpondent veteres in carmina vireș . 230 ...
... breast which once , in vain ! you lik'd fo well ; Where the Loves play'd , and where the Mufes dwell , Alas ! the Mufes now no more infpire , Untun'd my lute , and filent is my lyre , Non mihi refpondent veteres in carmina vireș . 230 ...
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... breast : Ev'n thought meets thought , ere from the lips it part , And each warm wish springs mutual from the heart . This fure is blifs ( if bliss on earth there be ) And once the lot of Abelard and me . 100 Alas how chang'd ! what ...
... breast : Ev'n thought meets thought , ere from the lips it part , And each warm wish springs mutual from the heart . This fure is blifs ( if bliss on earth there be ) And once the lot of Abelard and me . 100 Alas how chang'd ! what ...
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... breast enamour'd let me lie , Still drink delicious poifon from thy eye , Pant on thy lip , and to thy heart be prefs'd ; 120 Give all thou canst and let me dream the rest . --- Ah no ! inftruct me other joys to prize , With other ...
... breast enamour'd let me lie , Still drink delicious poifon from thy eye , Pant on thy lip , and to thy heart be prefs'd ; 120 Give all thou canst and let me dream the rest . --- Ah no ! inftruct me other joys to prize , With other ...
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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...