The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... last joy was dearer than the reft , Then with each word , each glance , each motion fir'd , You ftill enjoy'd , and yet you still defir'd , 60 ' Till all diffolving in the trance we lay , And in tumultuous raptures dy'd away . Nunc tibi ...
... last joy was dearer than the reft , Then with each word , each glance , each motion fir'd , You ftill enjoy'd , and yet you still defir'd , 60 ' Till all diffolving in the trance we lay , And in tumultuous raptures dy'd away . Nunc tibi ...
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... 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 coftly sweetness of Arabian dews , Nor braids of gold the varied ...
... 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 coftly sweetness of Arabian dews , Nor braids of gold the varied ...
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... last retreat ? Why feels my heart its long - forgotten heat ? Yet , yet I love ! I love ! --- From Abelard it came , And Eloïfa yet must kiss the name . Dear fatal name ! reft ever unreveal'd , Nor pass these lips in holy filence feal'd ...
... last retreat ? Why feels my heart its long - forgotten heat ? Yet , yet I love ! I love ! --- From Abelard it came , And Eloïfa yet must kiss the name . Dear fatal name ! reft ever unreveal'd , Nor pass these lips in holy filence feal'd ...
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... last fad office pay , And fmooth my paffage to the realms of day ; See my lips tremble , and my eye - balls roll , Suck my last breath , and catch my flying foul ! Ah no --- in facred veftments may'st thou stand , The hallow'd taper ...
... last fad office pay , And fmooth my paffage to the realms of day ; See my lips tremble , and my eye - balls roll , Suck my last breath , and catch my flying foul ! Ah no --- in facred veftments may'st thou stand , The hallow'd taper ...
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... last , To hope the future , or esteem the paft : But vainly boaft the joys they never try'd , And find divulg'd the fecrets they would hide . The marry'd man may bear his yoke with ease , Secure at once himself and heav'n to please ; 35 ...
... last , To hope the future , or esteem the paft : But vainly boaft the joys they never try'd , And find divulg'd the fecrets they would hide . The marry'd man may bear his yoke with ease , Secure at once himself and heav'n to please ; 35 ...
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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...