The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... winds the spreading flames are born . 10 Phaon to Ætna's fcorching fields retires , While I confume with more than Ætna's fires ! No more my foul a charm in mufic finds , Mufic has charms alone for peaceful minds . 1 Nec me Pyrrhiades ...
... winds the spreading flames are born . 10 Phaon to Ætna's fcorching fields retires , While I confume with more than Ætna's fires ! No more my foul a charm in mufic finds , Mufic has charms alone for peaceful minds . 1 Nec me Pyrrhiades ...
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... in ringlets curl'd diffuse The coftly sweetness of Arabian dews , Nor braids of gold the varied treffes bind , That fly disorder'd with the wanton wind : 80 85 Cui colar infelix ? aut cui placuiffe laborem ? Ille SAPPHO TO PHAON ,
... in ringlets curl'd diffuse The coftly sweetness of Arabian dews , Nor braids of gold the varied treffes bind , That fly disorder'd with the wanton wind : 80 85 Cui colar infelix ? aut cui placuiffe laborem ? Ille SAPPHO TO PHAON ,
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... winds my pray'rs , my fighs , my numbers bear , The flying winds have lost them all in air ! 245 Oh when , alas ! fhall more aufpicious gales To these fond eyes reftore thy welcome fails ? If you return --- return --- ah why these long ...
... winds my pray'rs , my fighs , my numbers bear , The flying winds have lost them all in air ! 245 Oh when , alas ! fhall more aufpicious gales To these fond eyes reftore thy welcome fails ? If you return --- return --- ah why these long ...
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... wind , The wand'ring ftreams 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 ; 160 No more these scenes my meditation aid ...
... wind , The wand'ring ftreams 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 ; 160 No more these scenes my meditation aid ...
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... winds arife . I fhriek , ftart up , the fame fad prospect find , And wake to all the griefs I left behind . For thee the fates , feverely kind , ordain A cool fufpenfe from pleasure and from pain ; 250 Thy life a long dead calm of fix'd ...
... winds arife . I fhriek , ftart up , the fame fad prospect find , And wake to all the griefs I left behind . For thee the fates , feverely kind , ordain A cool fufpenfe from pleasure and from pain ; 250 Thy life a long dead calm of fix'd ...
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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...