Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, H. Lintot, J. and R. Tonson, and S. Draper, 1751 |
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... confors patriaeque lyraeque , Laudis habet , quamvis grandius ille fonet . Si mihi difficilis formam natura negavit ; Ingenio formae damna rependo meae . 35 15 Soft scenes of folitude no more can please , 4 SAP PHO PHA ON I.
... confors patriaeque lyraeque , Laudis habet , quamvis grandius ille fonet . Si mihi difficilis formam natura negavit ; Ingenio formae damna rependo meae . 35 15 Soft scenes of folitude no more can please , 4 SAP PHO PHA ON I.
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Alexander Pope. 15 Soft scenes of folitude no more can please , Love enters there , and I'm my own disease . No more the Lesbian dames my paffion move , Once the dear objects of my guilty love ; All other loves are loft in only thine ...
Alexander Pope. 15 Soft scenes of folitude no more can please , Love enters there , and I'm my own disease . No more the Lesbian dames my paffion move , Once the dear objects of my guilty love ; All other loves are loft in only thine ...
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... please ! Cupid's light darts my tender bofom move , Still is there caufe for Sappho ftill to love : So from my birth the Sifters fix'd my doom , And gave to Venus all my life to come ; Or while my Mufe in melting notes complains , My ...
... please ! Cupid's light darts my tender bofom move , Still is there caufe for Sappho ftill to love : So from my birth the Sifters fix'd my doom , And gave to Venus all my life to come ; Or while my Mufe in melting notes complains , My ...
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... please . But when , with day , the sweet delufions fly , 155 And all things wake to life and joy , but I , As if once more forfaken , I complain , And close my eyes to dream of you again : Antra nemufque peto , tanquam nemus antraque ...
... please . But when , with day , the sweet delufions fly , 155 And all things wake to life and joy , but I , As if once more forfaken , I complain , And close my eyes to dream of you again : Antra nemufque peto , tanquam nemus antraque ...
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... please mankind , With studies pale , with midnight vigils blind ; But thank'd by few , rewarded yet by none , We here appeal to thy fuperior throne : On wit and learning the just prize bestow , For fame is all we must expect below . 305 ...
... please mankind , With studies pale , with midnight vigils blind ; But thank'd by few , rewarded yet by none , We here appeal to thy fuperior throne : On wit and learning the just prize bestow , For fame is all we must expect below . 305 ...
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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...