Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, H. Lintot, J. and R. Tonson, and S. Draper, 1751 |
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Alexander Pope. Not with bare justice shall your act be crown'd ( Said Fame ) but high above desert renown'd : 325 Let fuller notes th'applauding world amaze , And the loud clarion labour in your praise . This band dismiss'd , behold ...
Alexander Pope. Not with bare justice shall your act be crown'd ( Said Fame ) but high above desert renown'd : 325 Let fuller notes th'applauding world amaze , And the loud clarion labour in your praise . This band dismiss'd , behold ...
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... said : in air the trembling mufic floats , And on the winds triumphant swell the notes ; So foft , tho ' high , fo loud , and yet so clear , Ev'n lift'ningAngels lean'd from heav'n to hear : 375 To fartheft fhores th'Ambrofial spirit ...
... said : in air the trembling mufic floats , And on the winds triumphant swell the notes ; So foft , tho ' high , fo loud , and yet so clear , Ev'n lift'ningAngels lean'd from heav'n to hear : 375 To fartheft fhores th'Ambrofial spirit ...
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... said ; the rest in diff'rent parts divide ; The knotty point was urg'd on either fide : Marriage , the theme on which they all declaim'd , Some prais'd with wit , and some with reafon blam'd . Till , what with proofs , objections , and ...
... said ; the rest in diff'rent parts divide ; The knotty point was urg'd on either fide : Marriage , the theme on which they all declaim'd , Some prais'd with wit , and some with reafon blam'd . Till , what with proofs , objections , and ...
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... said ? What tho ' this King ( as ancient story boasts ) Built a fair temple to the Lord of hosts ; He ceas'd at last his Maker to adore , And did as much for Idol gods , or more . Beware what lavish praises you confer On a rank leacher ...
... said ? What tho ' this King ( as ancient story boasts ) Built a fair temple to the Lord of hosts ; He ceas'd at last his Maker to adore , And did as much for Idol gods , or more . Beware what lavish praises you confer On a rank leacher ...
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... said , 790 For , on my foul , amends fhall foon be made : Let my repentance your forgiveness draw , By heav'n , I fwore but what I thought I faw . Ah my lov'd lord ! ' twas much unkind ( the cry'd ) On bare fufpicion thus to treat your ...
... said , 790 For , on my foul , amends fhall foon be made : Let my repentance your forgiveness draw , By heav'n , I fwore but what I thought I faw . Ah my lov'd lord ! ' twas much unkind ( the cry'd ) On bare fufpicion thus to treat your ...
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Seite 30 - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, 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 - With other beauties charm my partial eyes, Full in my view fet all the bright abode, And make my foul quit Abelard for God.
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 35 - 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 38 - 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...
Seite 28 - Still on that breast enamour'd let me lie, Still drink delicious poison from thy eye, Pant on thy lip, and to thy heart be press'd; Give all thou canst — and let me dream the rest.
Seite 37 - I come, I come ! prepare your roseate bowers. Celestial palms, and ever-blooming flowers. Thither, where sinners may have rest, I go, Where flames refin'd in breasts seraphic glow : Thou, Abelard ! the last sad office pay, And smooth my passage to the realms of day : See my lips tremble, and my eye-balls roll, Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul ! Ah...
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 15 - And softly lay me on the waves below! And thou, kind Love, my sinking limbs sustain, Spread thy soft wings, and waft me o'er the main, Nor let a lover's death the guiltless flood profane! On Phoebus...
Seite 48 - Critics I saw, that other names deface, And fix their own, with labour, in their place : Their own, like others, soon their place resign'd, Or disappear'd. and left the first behind. Nor was the work impair'd by storms alone, But felt th...