Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, H. Lintot, J. and R. Tonson, and S. Draper, 1751 |
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... Kings he vanquished to draw him in his Chariot . The posture of his ftatue , in these verses , is correspondent to the description which Herodotus gives of one of them remaining in his own time . P. VER . 119. Of Gothic ftructure was ...
... Kings he vanquished to draw him in his Chariot . The posture of his ftatue , in these verses , is correspondent to the description which Herodotus gives of one of them remaining in his own time . P. VER . 119. Of Gothic ftructure was ...
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... King : Bright as the rifing fun , in fummer's day , 345 And fresh and blooming as the month of May ! The joyful Knight furvey'd her by his fide , Nor envy'd Paris with the Spartan bride : Still as his mind revolved with vast delight Th ...
... King : Bright as the rifing fun , in fummer's day , 345 And fresh and blooming as the month of May ! The joyful Knight furvey'd her by his fide , Nor envy'd Paris with the Spartan bride : Still as his mind revolved with vast delight Th ...
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... king , and little fairy queen , In circling dances gambol'd on the green , While tuneful sprites a merry concert made , And airy mufic warbled thro ' the shade . Hither the noble knight would oft repair , 465 ( His scene of pleasure ...
... king , and little fairy queen , In circling dances gambol'd on the green , While tuneful sprites a merry concert made , And airy mufic warbled thro ' the shade . Hither the noble knight would oft repair , 465 ( His scene of pleasure ...
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... King bespoke his Queen . " Tis too apparent , argue what you can , The treachery you women use to man : A thoufand authors have this truth made out , And fad experience leaves no room for doubt . 630 SH Heav'n reft thy fpirit , noble ...
... King bespoke his Queen . " Tis too apparent , argue what you can , The treachery you women use to man : A thoufand authors have this truth made out , And fad experience leaves no room for doubt . 630 SH Heav'n reft thy fpirit , noble ...
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... King who knew your wickedness ; The fon of Sirach teftifies no less . 640 So may fome wildfire on your bodies fall , Or fome devouring plague confume you all As well you view the leacher in the tree , And well this honourable Knight you ...
... King who knew your wickedness ; The fon of Sirach teftifies no less . 640 So may fome wildfire on your bodies fall , Or fome devouring plague confume you all As well you view the leacher in the tree , And well this honourable Knight you ...
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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...