The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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الصفحة 9
... she defir'd to please ! Cupid's light darts my tender bofom move , Still is there cause for Sappho still to love : So from my birth the Sifters fix'd my doom , And gave to Venus all my life to come ; 90 Sive ita nafcenti legem dixere ...
... she defir'd to please ! Cupid's light darts my tender bofom move , Still is there cause for Sappho still to love : So from my birth the Sifters fix'd my doom , And gave to Venus all my life to come ; 90 Sive ita nafcenti legem dixere ...
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... She stood and cry'd , " O you that love in vain ! 190 Fly hence , and feek the fair Leucadian main ; " There stands a rock , from whose impending steep " Apollo's fane furveys the rolling deep ; " There injur'd lovers leaping from above ...
... She stood and cry'd , " O you that love in vain ! 190 Fly hence , and feek the fair Leucadian main ; " There stands a rock , from whose impending steep " Apollo's fane furveys the rolling deep ; " There injur'd lovers leaping from above ...
الصفحة 19
... She spoke , and vanish'd with the voice- I rife , And filent tears fall trickling from my eyes . 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 ...
... She spoke , and vanish'd with the voice- I rife , And filent tears fall trickling from my eyes . 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 ...
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... she dies away , And melts in vifions of eternal day . Far other dreams my erring foul employ , Far other raptures , of unholy joy : 220 When at the close of each fad , forrowing day , 225 Fancy restores what vengeance snatch'd away ...
... she dies away , And melts in vifions of eternal day . Far other dreams my erring foul employ , Far other raptures , of unholy joy : 220 When at the close of each fad , forrowing day , 225 Fancy restores what vengeance snatch'd away ...
الصفحة 60
... VER . 259. Scarce feem'd her ftature etc. ] Methought that she was fo lite , That the length of a cubite Was longer than the seemed be ; But thus foone in a while fhe , 255 260 265 But fwell'd to larger fize , the more 60 THE TEMPLE.
... VER . 259. Scarce feem'd her ftature etc. ] Methought that she was fo lite , That the length of a cubite Was longer than the seemed be ; But thus foone in a while fhe , 255 260 265 But fwell'd to larger fize , the more 60 THE TEMPLE.
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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.
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 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!
الصفحة 29 - ... on earth there be), And once the lot of Abelard and me. Alas, how chang'd ! what...
الصفحة 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?
الصفحة 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.
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 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.
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.
الصفحة 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...