The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... dread the deeps below ! 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 ...
... dread the deeps below ! 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 ...
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... dread altars as I drew , Not on the Cross 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 . 115 Come ! with thy looks , thy words , relieve ELOISA TO ABELARD . 29.
... dread altars as I drew , Not on the Cross 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 . 115 Come ! with thy looks , thy words , relieve ELOISA TO ABELARD . 29.
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... her throws A death - like filence , and a dread repose : 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 repose : 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 ftands check'd ; Religion disapproves ; Ev'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 ftands check'd ; Religion disapproves ; Ev'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 aghast , And startled nature trembled with the blast . This having heard and feen , fome 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 aghast , And startled nature trembled with the blast . This having heard and feen , fome 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 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...