The Works of Alexander Pope: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... fate itself impose , But thee , the laft and greatest of my woes ? No more my robes in waving purple flow , Nor on my hand the sparkling di'monds glow ; No more my locks in ringlets curl'd diffufe The costly sweetness of Arabian dews ...
... fate itself impose , But thee , the laft and greatest of my woes ? No more my robes in waving purple flow , Nor on my hand the sparkling di'monds glow ; No more my locks in ringlets curl'd diffufe The costly sweetness of Arabian dews ...
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... fate . Ye gentle gales , beneath my body blow , And foftly lay me on the waves below ! And thou , kind Love , my finking limbs fuftain , Spread thy foft wings , and waft me o'er the main , Nor let a Lover's death the guiltless flood ...
... fate . Ye gentle gales , beneath my body blow , And foftly lay me on the waves below ! And thou , kind Love , my finking limbs fuftain , Spread thy foft wings , and waft me o'er the main , Nor let a Lover's death the guiltless flood ...
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... fates , feverely kind , ordain A cool fufpenfe from pleasure and from pain ; Thy life a long dead calm of fix'd repose ; No pulfe that riots , and no blood that glows . Still as the fea , ere winds were taught to blow , Or moving spirit ...
... fates , feverely kind , ordain A cool fufpenfe from pleasure and from pain ; Thy life a long dead calm of fix'd repose ; No pulfe that riots , and no blood that glows . Still as the fea , ere winds were taught to blow , Or moving spirit ...
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... fate fhall thy fair frame deftroy , ( That caufe of all my guilt , and all my joy ) In trance extatic may thy pangs be drown'd , Bright clouds defcend , and Angels watch thee round , From op'ning skies may streaming glories fhine , 341 ...
... fate fhall thy fair frame deftroy , ( That caufe of all my guilt , and all my joy ) In trance extatic may thy pangs be drown'd , Bright clouds defcend , and Angels watch thee round , From op'ning skies may streaming glories fhine , 341 ...
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... fate some future bard shall join In fad fimilitude of griefs to mine , Condemn'd whole years in abfence to deplore , And image charms he must behold no more ; Such if there be , who loves fo long , so well ; Let him our fad , our tender ...
... fate some future bard shall join In fad fimilitude of griefs to mine , Condemn'd whole years in abfence to deplore , And image charms he must behold no more ; Such if there be , who loves fo long , so well ; Let him our fad , our tender ...
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Página 28 - Oh! happy state! when souls each other draw, When love is liberty, and nature law...
Página 31 - 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.
Página 31 - 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.
Página 38 - And smooth my passage to the realms of day; See my lips tremble, and my eyeballs roll, Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul! Ah no — in sacred vestments may'st thou stand, The hallow'd taper trembling in thy hand, Present the Cross before my lifted eye, Teach me at once, and learn of me to die.
Página 26 - No happier task these faded eyes pursue ; To read and weep is all they now can do. Then share thy pain...
Página 38 - Present the Cross before my lifted eye, Teach me at once, and learn of me to die. Ah then, thy once-lov'd Eloisa see!
Página 39 - When this rebellious heart shall beat no more; 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 drink the falling tears each other sheds, 350 Then sadly say, with mutual pity mov'd, "Oh may we never love as these have lov'd!
Página 71 - As on the smooth expanse of crystal lakes The sinking stone at first a circle makes ; The trembling...
Página 30 - With other beauties charm my partial eyes, Full in my view set all the bright abode, And make my soul quit Abelard for God. Ah think at least thy flock deserves thy care, Plants of thy hand, and children of thy pray'r.
Página 26 - Nor prayers nor fasts its stubborn pulse restrain, Nor tears for ages taught to flow in vain. Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose, That well-known name awakens all my woes.