The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... light darts my tender bofom move , Still is there caufe for Sappho ftill to love : So from my birth the Sifters fix'd my doom , And gave to Venus all my life to come ; Or while my Muse in melting notes complains , My yielding heart ...
... light darts my tender bofom move , Still is there caufe for Sappho ftill to love : So from my birth the Sifters fix'd my doom , And gave to Venus all my life to come ; Or while my Muse in melting notes complains , My yielding heart ...
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... light wings , and in a moment flies . Let wealth , let honour , wait the wedded dame , Auguft her deed , and facred be her fame ; Before true paffion all thofe views remove , Fame , wealth , and honour ! what are you to Love ? NOTES ...
... light wings , and in a moment flies . Let wealth , let honour , wait the wedded dame , Auguft her deed , and facred be her fame ; Before true paffion all thofe views remove , Fame , wealth , and honour ! what are you to Love ? NOTES ...
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... light ; Thy eyes diffus'd a reconciling ray , " And gleams of glory brighten'd all the day . But now no face divine contentment wears , ' Tis all blank sadness , or continual tears . See how the force of others pray'rs I try , ( O pious ...
... light ; Thy eyes diffus'd a reconciling ray , " And gleams of glory brighten'd all the day . But now no face divine contentment wears , ' Tis all blank sadness , or continual tears . See how the force of others pray'rs I try , ( O pious ...
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... light the dead , and warm th ' unfruitful urn . What scenes appear , where'er I turn my view ? The dear Ideas , where I fly , pursue , Rife in the grove , before the altar rife , Stain all my foul , and wanton in my eyes . I waste the ...
... light the dead , and warm th ' unfruitful urn . What scenes appear , where'er I turn my view ? The dear Ideas , where I fly , pursue , Rife in the grove , before the altar rife , Stain all my foul , and wanton in my eyes . I waste the ...
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... light'nings play ; Eternal fnows the growing mafs fupply , Till the bright mountains prop th ' incumbent sky ; As Atlas fix'd , each hoary pile appears , 55 The gather'd winter of a thousand years . On this foundation Fame's high temple ...
... light'nings play ; Eternal fnows the growing mafs fupply , Till the bright mountains prop th ' incumbent sky ; As Atlas fix'd , each hoary pile appears , 55 The gather'd winter of a thousand years . On this foundation Fame's high temple ...
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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...