Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, H. Lintot, J. and R. Tonson, and S. Draper, 1751 |
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... eyes forget his Sappho's hand ? Muft then her name the wretched writer To thy remembrance loft , as to thy love ? Ask not the cause that I new numbers chuse , The Lute neglected , and the Lyric muse ; Love taught my tears in fadder ...
... eyes forget his Sappho's hand ? Muft then her name the wretched writer To thy remembrance loft , as to thy love ? Ask not the cause that I new numbers chuse , The Lute neglected , and the Lyric muse ; Love taught my tears in fadder ...
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... eyes ? The harp and bow would you like Phœbus bear , A brighter Phoebus Phaon might appear ; Would you with ivy wreath your flowing hair , 25 Not Bacchus ' felf with Phaon could compare : Yet Phoebus lov'd , and Bacchus felt the flame ...
... eyes ? The harp and bow would you like Phœbus bear , A brighter Phoebus Phaon might appear ; Would you with ivy wreath your flowing hair , 25 Not Bacchus ' felf with Phaon could compare : Yet Phoebus lov'd , and Bacchus felt the flame ...
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... eyes , O fcarce a youth , yet scarce a tender boy ! O useful time for lovers to employ ! Pride of thy age , and glory of thy race , 105 Come to these arms , and melt in this embrace ! The vows you never will return , receive ; And take ...
... eyes , O fcarce a youth , yet scarce a tender boy ! O useful time for lovers to employ ! Pride of thy age , and glory of thy race , 105 Come to these arms , and melt in this embrace ! The vows you never will return , receive ; And take ...
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... eyes , 135 And why this grief ? thy daughter lives , he cries . Stung with my Love , and furious with despair , All torn my garments , and my bofom bare , 140 My woes , thy crimes , I to the world proclaim ; Such inconfiftent things are ...
... eyes , 135 And why this grief ? thy daughter lives , he cries . Stung with my Love , and furious with despair , All torn my garments , and my bofom bare , 140 My woes , thy crimes , I to the world proclaim ; Such inconfiftent things are ...
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... eyes . 200 I go , ye Nymphs ! those rocks and feas to provė ; How much I fear , but ah , how much I love ! I go , ye Nymphs , where furious love infpires ; Let female fears fubmit to female fires . To rocks and feas I fly from Phaon's ...
... eyes . 200 I go , ye Nymphs ! those rocks and feas to provė ; How much I fear , but ah , how much I love ! I go , ye Nymphs , where furious love infpires ; Let female fears fubmit to female fires . To rocks and feas I fly from Phaon's ...
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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...