The Works of Alexander Pope: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... dread the deeps below ! She fpoke , and vanish'd with the voice- I rife , And filent tears fall trickling from my eyes . I go , ye Nymphs ! thofe rocks and feas to prove . How much I fear , but ah , how much I love ! I go , ye Nymphs ...
... dread the deeps below ! She fpoke , and vanish'd with the voice- I rife , And filent tears fall trickling from my eyes . I go , ye Nymphs ! thofe rocks and feas to prove . How much I fear , but ah , how much I love ! I go , ye Nymphs ...
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... dread altars as I drew , Not on the Crofs my eyes were fix'd , but you : Not grace , or zeal , love only was my call , And if I lofe thy love , I lose my all . # 15 Come ! with thy looks , thy words , relieve ELOISA TO ABELARD . 20.
... dread altars as I drew , Not on the Crofs my eyes were fix'd , but you : Not grace , or zeal , love only was my call , And if I lofe thy love , I lose my all . # 15 Come ! with thy looks , thy words , relieve ELOISA TO ABELARD . 20.
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... her throws A death - like filence , and a dread repofe : Her gloomy presence faddens all the scene , Shades ev'ry flow'r , and darkens ev'ry green , 160 165 Deepens the murmur of the falling floods , And breathes ELOISA TO ABELARD . 31.
... her throws A death - like filence , and a dread repofe : Her gloomy presence faddens all the scene , Shades ev'ry flow'r , and darkens ev'ry green , 160 165 Deepens the murmur of the falling floods , And breathes ELOISA TO ABELARD . 31.
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... dread ? The torch of Venus burns not for the dead . Nature stands check'd ; Religion disapproves ; Ey'n thou art cold - yet Eloïfa loves , Ah hopeless , lafting flames ! like those that burn To light the dead , and warm th'unfruitful ...
... dread ? The torch of Venus burns not for the dead . Nature stands check'd ; Religion disapproves ; Ey'n thou art cold - yet Eloïfa loves , Ah hopeless , lafting flames ! like those that burn To light the dead , and warm th'unfruitful ...
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... dread found , pale mortals stood aghaft , And ftartled nature trembled with the blast . This having heard and seen , some pow'r unknown Strait chang'd the scene , and fnatch'd me from the throne . IMITATIONS . VER . 406. Laft , those ...
... dread found , pale mortals stood aghaft , And ftartled nature trembled with the blast . This having heard and seen , some pow'r unknown Strait chang'd the scene , and fnatch'd me from the throne . IMITATIONS . VER . 406. Laft , those ...
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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.