The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... hand ? Must then her name the wretched writer prove , 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 notes to flow , And ...
... hand ? Must then her name the wretched writer prove , 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 notes to flow , And ...
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... hand the sparkling di'monds glow ; No more my locks in ringlets curl'd diffuse The coftly sweetness of Arabian dews , 80 Nor braids of gold the varied treffes bind , 85 That fly disorder'd with the wanton wind : For whom should Sappho ...
... hand the sparkling di'monds glow ; No more my locks in ringlets curl'd diffuse The coftly sweetness of Arabian dews , 80 Nor braids of gold the varied treffes bind , 85 That fly disorder'd with the wanton wind : For whom should Sappho ...
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... hands shall touch the trembling ftring : My Phaon's fled , and I those arts resign ( Wretch that I am , to call that Phaon mine ! ) Return , fair youth , return , and bring along Joy to my foul , and vigour to my fong : Abfent from thee ...
... hands shall touch the trembling ftring : My Phaon's fled , and I those arts resign ( Wretch that I am , to call that Phaon mine ! ) Return , fair youth , return , and bring along Joy to my foul , and vigour to my fong : Abfent from thee ...
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... hands of Eloifa . This awakening all her tendernefs , occafioned thofe celebrated letters ( out of which the following is partly extracted ) which give fo lively a picture of the struggles of grace and nature , virtue and paffion . P ...
... hands of Eloifa . This awakening all her tendernefs , occafioned thofe celebrated letters ( out of which the following is partly extracted ) which give fo lively a picture of the struggles of grace and nature , virtue and paffion . P ...
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... hand the name appears Already written wash it out , my tears ! - In vain loft Eloïfa weeps and prays , Her heart ftill dictates , and her hand obeys . Relentlefs walls ! whofe darkfome round contains Repentant fighs , and voluntary ...
... hand the name appears Already written wash it out , my tears ! - In vain loft Eloïfa weeps and prays , Her heart ftill dictates , and her hand obeys . Relentlefs walls ! whofe darkfome round contains Repentant fighs , and voluntary ...
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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.
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 19 - Phaon's hate, And hope from seas and rocks a milder fate. Ye gentle gales, beneath my body blow, And softly lay me on the waves below!
Página 29 - ... on earth there be), And once the lot of Abelard and me. Alas, how chang'd ! what...
Página 26 - 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?
Página 36 - 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.
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 29 - Ev'n thought meets thought, ere from the lips it part, And each warm wish springs mutual from the heart. This sure is bliss (if bliss on earth there be) And once the lot of Abelard and me.
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.
Página 31 - The darksome pines, that o'er yon rocks reclin'd, Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wandering 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...