The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... pleasure and from pain ; 250 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 bade the waters flow ; Soft as the flumbers of ...
... pleasure and from pain ; 250 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 bade the waters flow ; Soft as the flumbers of ...
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... pleasure , drefs , and gallantry ; Ours is the place at banquets , balls , and plays , Sprightly our nights , polite are all our days ; Courts we frequent , where ' tis our pleasing care To pay due vifits , and addrefs the fair : In ...
... pleasure , drefs , and gallantry ; Ours is the place at banquets , balls , and plays , Sprightly our nights , polite are all our days ; Courts we frequent , where ' tis our pleasing care To pay due vifits , and addrefs the fair : In ...
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... But his high courage prick'd him forth to wed , And try the pleasures of a lawful bed . NOTES . ΤΟ JANUARY AND MAY ] This Tranflation was done at fixteen or feventeen years of Age . P. Plate VI . Vol . II . facing p.76 . ( 76 )
... But his high courage prick'd him forth to wed , And try the pleasures of a lawful bed . NOTES . ΤΟ JANUARY AND MAY ] This Tranflation was done at fixteen or feventeen years of Age . P. Plate VI . Vol . II . facing p.76 . ( 76 )
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... pleasure in my spouse , IIS As flesh is frail , and who ( God help me ) knows ? Then should I live in leud adultery , And fink downright to Satan when I die . Or were I curs'd with an unfruitful bed , The righteous end were loft , for ...
... pleasure in my spouse , IIS As flesh is frail , and who ( God help me ) knows ? Then should I live in leud adultery , And fink downright to Satan when I die . Or were I curs'd with an unfruitful bed , The righteous end were loft , for ...
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... pleasure , damn the joys of sense , With rev'rend dulnefs and grave impotence . Juftin , who filent fate , and heard the man , Thus , with a Philofophic frown , began . A heathen author , of the first degree , ( Who , tho ' not Faith ...
... pleasure , damn the joys of sense , With rev'rend dulnefs and grave impotence . Juftin , who filent fate , and heard the man , Thus , with a Philofophic frown , began . A heathen author , of the first degree , ( Who , tho ' not Faith ...
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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...