The Works of Alexander Pope: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... Whose first - born infant feeds the funʼral flame . My scornful brother with a smile appears , Infults my woes , and triumphs in my tears , His hated image ever haunts my eyes , And why this grief ? thy daughter lives , he cries . Stung ...
... Whose first - born infant feeds the funʼral flame . My scornful brother with a smile appears , Infults my woes , and triumphs in my tears , His hated image ever haunts my eyes , And why this grief ? thy daughter lives , he cries . Stung ...
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... whose statues learn to weep ! Tho ' cold like you , unmov'd and filent grown , I have not yet forgot myself to stone . All is not Heav'n's while Abelard has part , Still rebel nature holds out half my heart ; Nor pray'rs nor fafts its ...
... whose statues learn to weep ! Tho ' cold like you , unmov'd and filent grown , I have not yet forgot myself to stone . All is not Heav'n's while Abelard has part , Still rebel nature holds out half my heart ; Nor pray'rs nor fafts its ...
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... Whose tow'ring fummit ambient clouds conceal'd . High on a rock of Ice the structure lay , Steep its afcent , and flipp'ry was the way ; IMITATIONS . 15 20 25 VER . II . etc. ] Thefe verfes are hinted from the follow- ing of Chaucer ...
... Whose tow'ring fummit ambient clouds conceal'd . High on a rock of Ice the structure lay , Steep its afcent , and flipp'ry was the way ; IMITATIONS . 15 20 25 VER . II . etc. ] Thefe verfes are hinted from the follow- ing of Chaucer ...
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... whose well - taught mind 165 With boundless pow'r unbounded virtue join'd , His own ftrict judge , and patron of mankind . Much - fuff'ing heroes next their honours claim , Those of lefs noisy , and less guilty fame , Fair Virtue's ...
... whose well - taught mind 165 With boundless pow'r unbounded virtue join'd , His own ftrict judge , and patron of mankind . Much - fuff'ing heroes next their honours claim , Those of lefs noisy , and less guilty fame , Fair Virtue's ...
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... whose sprightly strain Could fwell the foul to rage , and fire the martial train , Bacchus himself , the nuptial feast to grace , ( So Poets fing ) was present on the place ; And lovely Venus , Goddess of delight , Shook high her ...
... whose sprightly strain Could fwell the foul to rage , and fire the martial train , Bacchus himself , the nuptial feast to grace , ( So Poets fing ) was present on the place ; And lovely Venus , Goddess of delight , Shook high her ...
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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.