Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, H. Lintot, J. and R. Tonson, and S. Draper, 1751 |
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... most in what was best ; And the last joy was dearer than the rest . Then with each word , each glance , each motion fir'd , You ftill enjoy'd , and yet you ftill defir'd , ' Till all diffolving in the trance we lay , And in tumultuous ...
... most in what was best ; And the last joy was dearer than the rest . Then with each word , each glance , each motion fir'd , You ftill enjoy'd , and yet you ftill defir'd , ' Till all diffolving in the trance we lay , And in tumultuous ...
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... most diftin- guished persons of their age in learning and beauty , but for nothing more famous than for their unfor- tunate paffion . After a long courfe of calamities , they retired each to a feveral Convent , and confe- crated the ...
... most diftin- guished persons of their age in learning and beauty , but for nothing more famous than for their unfor- tunate paffion . After a long courfe of calamities , they retired each to a feveral Convent , and confe- crated the ...
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... our fad , our tender ftory tell ; The well - fung woes will footh my penfive ghoft ; He best can paint ' em who shall feel ' em most . TRANSLATIONS AND IMITATIONS . Advertisement . many HE following Translations ELOISA TO ABELARD . 45.
... our fad , our tender ftory tell ; The well - fung woes will footh my penfive ghoft ; He best can paint ' em who shall feel ' em most . TRANSLATIONS AND IMITATIONS . Advertisement . many HE following Translations ELOISA TO ABELARD . 45.
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... most of the particular thoughts my own : yet I could not fuf- fer it to be printed without this acknowledgment . The reader who would compare this with Chaucer , may begin with his third Book of Fame , there being no- thing in the two ...
... most of the particular thoughts my own : yet I could not fuf- fer it to be printed without this acknowledgment . The reader who would compare this with Chaucer , may begin with his third Book of Fame , there being no- thing in the two ...
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... most part Visions , or pieces of imagination , and conftantly de- fcriptive . From thefe , Petrarch and Chaucer frequently borrow the idea of their poems . See the Trionfi of the former , and the Dream , Flower and the Leaf , etc. of ...
... most part Visions , or pieces of imagination , and conftantly de- fcriptive . From thefe , Petrarch and Chaucer frequently borrow the idea of their poems . See the Trionfi of the former , and the Dream , Flower and the Leaf , etc. of ...
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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...