The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... live . Now by the Nine , thofe pow'rs ador'd by me , And Love , the God that ever waits on thee , When first I heard ... lives , he cries . Stung with my love , and furious with despair , All torn my garments , and my bofom bare , My ...
... live . Now by the Nine , thofe pow'rs ador'd by me , And Love , the God that ever waits on thee , When first I heard ... lives , he cries . Stung with my love , and furious with despair , All torn my garments , and my bofom bare , My ...
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... from the raging seas : To raging feas unpity'd I'll remove , And either ceafe to live or cease to love ! 250 256 B 4 A ARGUMENT . BELARD and Eloifa flourished in the twelfth SAPPHO TO PHAON . 23 Ah let me seek it from the raging seas : ...
... from the raging seas : To raging feas unpity'd I'll remove , And either ceafe to live or cease to love ! 250 256 B 4 A ARGUMENT . BELARD and Eloifa flourished in the twelfth SAPPHO TO PHAON . 23 Ah let me seek it from the raging seas : ...
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... live , they speak , they breathe what love inspires , Warm from the soul , and faithful to its fires , The virgin's wifh without her fears impart , 55 Excufe the blufh , and pour out all the heart , Speed the foft intercourse from foul ...
... live , they speak , they breathe what love inspires , Warm from the soul , and faithful to its fires , The virgin's wifh without her fears impart , 55 Excufe the blufh , and pour out all the heart , Speed the foft intercourse from foul ...
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... live there men , who flight immortal fame ? Who then with incenfe fhall adore our name ? But , mortals ! know , ' tis ftill our greatest pride To blaze thofe virtues , which the good would hide . Rife ! Mufes , rife ! add all your ...
... live there men , who flight immortal fame ? Who then with incenfe fhall adore our name ? But , mortals ! know , ' tis ftill our greatest pride To blaze thofe virtues , which the good would hide . Rife ! Mufes , rife ! add all your ...
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... the guilty bays , i Drive from my breast that wretched luft of praife , Unblemish'd let me live , or die unknown ; Oh grant an honest fame , or grant me none ! W2 8 January and May : OR THE MERCHANT'S TALE . FROM OF FAM E. 75.
... the guilty bays , i Drive from my breast that wretched luft of praife , Unblemish'd let me live , or die unknown ; Oh grant an honest fame , or grant me none ! W2 8 January and May : OR THE MERCHANT'S TALE . FROM OF FAM E. 75.
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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...