The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... eyes forget his Sappho's 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 chufe , 5 The Lute neglected , and the Lyric muse ; Love taught my tears in ...
... eyes forget his Sappho's 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 chufe , 5 The Lute neglected , and the Lyric muse ; Love taught my tears in ...
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... eyes ? The harp and bow would you like Phœbus bear , A brighter Phœbus Phaon might appear ; Would you with ivy wreath your flowing hair , 25 Not Bacchus ' felf with Phaon could compare : Yet Phœbus lov'd , and Bacchus felt the flame ...
... eyes ? The harp and bow would you like Phœbus bear , A brighter Phœbus Phaon might appear ; Would you with ivy wreath your flowing hair , 25 Not Bacchus ' felf with Phaon could compare : Yet Phœbus lov'd , and Bacchus felt the flame ...
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... eyes , Pride of thy age , and glory of thy race , 105 Come to these arms , and melt in this embrace ! The vows you never will return receive ; And take at least the love you will not give . See , while I write , my words are loft in ...
... eyes , Pride of thy age , and glory of thy race , 105 Come to these arms , and melt in this embrace ! The vows you never will return receive ; And take at least the love you will not give . See , while I write , my words are loft in ...
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... eyes , And why this grief ? thy daughter lives , he cries . Stung with my love and furious with despair , All torn my garments , and my bofom bare , 140 My woes thy crimes , I to the world proclaim : Such inconfiftent things are love ...
... eyes , And why this grief ? thy daughter lives , he cries . Stung with my love and furious with despair , All torn my garments , and my bofom bare , 140 My woes thy crimes , I to the world proclaim : Such inconfiftent things are love ...
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... eyes . 200 I go , ye Nymphs ! those rocks and feas to prove ; How much I fear , but ah , how much I love ! I go , ye Nymphs , where furious love infpires ; Let female fears fubmit to female fires . To rocks and feas I fly from Phaon's ...
... eyes . 200 I go , ye Nymphs ! those rocks and feas to prove ; How much I fear , but ah , how much I love ! I go , ye Nymphs , where furious love infpires ; Let female fears fubmit to female fires . To rocks and feas I fly from Phaon's ...
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Página 30 - 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 28 - And Saints with wonder heard the vows I made, Yet then, to those dread altars as I drew...
Página 30 - 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 59 - The figur'd games of Greece the column grace, Neptune and Jove survey the rapid race. The youths hang o'er their chariots as they run ; The fiery steeds seem starting from the stone ; The champions in distorted postures threat ; 220 And all appear'd irregularly great. Here happy Horace tun'd th...
Página 35 - 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 25 - 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 33 - The phantom flies me, as unkind as you. I call aloud; it hears not what I say; I stretch my empty arms; it glides away: To dream once more I close my willing eyes; Ye soft illusions, dear deceits, arise! 240 Alas no more!— methinks we wandring go Thro...
Página 35 - When from the cenfer clouds of fragrance roll, And fwelling organs lift the rifing foul, One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight, Priefts, tapers, temples, fwim before my fight : In feas of flame my plunging foul is drown'd, 275 While Altars blaze, and Angels tremble round.
Página 27 - em all: Not Caesar's empress would I deign to prove; No, make me mistress to the man I love; If there be yet another name more free, More fond than mistress, make me that to thee!
Página 27 - Oh! happy state! when souls each other draw, When love is liberty, and nature law...