The Works of Alexander Pope: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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الصفحة 7
... still defir'd , ' Till all diffolving in the trance we lay , And in tumultuous raptures dy'd away . The fair Sicilians now thy foul inflame ; Why was I born , ye Gods , a Lesbian dame ? But ah beware , Sicilian nymphs ! nor boast That ...
... still defir'd , ' Till all diffolving in the trance we lay , And in tumultuous raptures dy'd away . The fair Sicilians now thy foul inflame ; Why was I born , ye Gods , a Lesbian dame ? But ah beware , Sicilian nymphs ! nor boast That ...
الصفحة 9
... still increase the woes fo foon begun ? Inur'd to forrow from my tender years , My parent's afhes drank my early tears : My brother next , neglecting wealth and fame , Ignobly burn'd in a destructive flame : 75 An infant daughter late ...
... still increase the woes fo foon begun ? Inur'd to forrow from my tender years , My parent's afhes drank my early tears : My brother next , neglecting wealth and fame , Ignobly burn'd in a destructive flame : 75 An infant daughter late ...
الصفحة 26
... Still breath'd in fighs , still usher'd with a tear . I tremble too , where'er my own I find , Some dire misfortune follows close behind . 25 3⚫ Line after line my gushing eyes o'erflow , 35 Led thro ' a fad variety of woe : Now warm ...
... Still breath'd in fighs , still usher'd with a tear . I tremble too , where'er my own I find , Some dire misfortune follows close behind . 25 3⚫ Line after line my gushing eyes o'erflow , 35 Led thro ' a fad variety of woe : Now warm ...
الصفحة 30
... Still on that breast enamour'd let me lie , Still drink delicious poifon from thy eye , Pant on thy lip , and to thy heart be prefs'd ; Give all thou canft and let me dream the reft . -- Ah no ! inftruct me other joys to prize , With ...
... Still on that breast enamour'd let me lie , Still drink delicious poifon from thy eye , Pant on thy lip , and to thy heart be prefs'd ; Give all thou canft and let me dream the reft . -- Ah no ! inftruct me other joys to prize , With ...
الصفحة 35
... Still as the fea , ere winds were taught to blow , Or moving spirit bade the waters flow ; Soft as the flumbers of a faint forgiv❜n , And mild as op'ning gleams of promis'd heav'n . Come , Abelard ! for what haft thou to dread ? The ...
... Still as the fea , ere winds were taught to blow , Or moving spirit bade the waters flow ; Soft as the flumbers of a faint forgiv❜n , And mild as op'ning gleams of promis'd heav'n . Come , Abelard ! for what haft thou to dread ? The ...
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الصفحة 28 - Oh! happy state! when souls each other draw, When love is liberty, and nature law...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 31 - 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.
الصفحة 38 - And smooth my passage to the realms of day; See my lips tremble, and my eyeballs roll, Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul! Ah no — in sacred vestments may'st thou stand, The hallow'd taper trembling in thy hand, Present the Cross before my lifted eye, Teach me at once, and learn of me to die.
الصفحة 26 - No happier task these faded eyes pursue ; To read and weep is all they now can do. Then share thy pain...
الصفحة 38 - Present the Cross before my lifted eye, Teach me at once, and learn of me to die. Ah then, thy once-lov'd Eloisa see!
الصفحة 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!
الصفحة 71 - As on the smooth expanse of crystal lakes The sinking stone at first a circle makes ; The trembling...
الصفحة 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. Ah think at least thy flock deserves thy care, Plants of thy hand, and children of thy pray'r.
الصفحة 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.