The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... . 75 . IMITATIONS . Love will not be confin'd by Maisterie : When Maisterie comes , the Lord of Love anon Flutters his wings , and forthwith is he gone . Chaucer . P. All then is full , poffeffing , and possest , 28 ELOISA TO ABELARD .
... . 75 . IMITATIONS . Love will not be confin'd by Maisterie : When Maisterie comes , the Lord of Love anon Flutters his wings , and forthwith is he gone . Chaucer . P. All then is full , poffeffing , and possest , 28 ELOISA TO ABELARD .
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... Lord . These weighty motives , January the fage Maturely ponder❜d in his riper age ; And charm'd with virtuous joys , and sober life , Would try that christian comfort , call'd a wife . His friends were fummon'd on a point fo nice , To ...
... Lord . These weighty motives , January the fage Maturely ponder❜d in his riper age ; And charm'd with virtuous joys , and sober life , Would try that christian comfort , call'd a wife . His friends were fummon'd on a point fo nice , To ...
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... lord affirm'd that black was white , My word was this , Your honour's in the right . Th ' affuming Wit , who deems himself fo wife , As his mistaken patron to advise , Let him not dare to vent his dang'rous thought , A noble fool was ...
... lord affirm'd that black was white , My word was this , Your honour's in the right . Th ' affuming Wit , who deems himself fo wife , As his mistaken patron to advise , Let him not dare to vent his dang'rous thought , A noble fool was ...
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... Lord offend , My tedious fermon here is at an end . 210 215 ' Tis well , ' tis wondrous well , the Knight replies , Most worthy kinsman , faith you're mighty wise ! We , Sirs , are fools ; and muft refign the cause To heath'nish authors ...
... Lord offend , My tedious fermon here is at an end . 210 215 ' Tis well , ' tis wondrous well , the Knight replies , Most worthy kinsman , faith you're mighty wise ! We , Sirs , are fools ; and muft refign the cause To heath'nish authors ...
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... Lord . Not Hefter's felf , whofe charms the Hebrews fing , E'er look'd fo lovely on her Perfian King : Bright as the rifing fun , in fummer's day , And fresh and blooming as the month of May ! The joyful Knight furvey'd her by his fide ...
... Lord . Not Hefter's felf , whofe charms the Hebrews fing , E'er look'd fo lovely on her Perfian King : Bright as the rifing fun , in fummer's day , And fresh and blooming as the month of May ! The joyful Knight furvey'd her by his fide ...
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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...