The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... fair Sicilians now thy foul inflame ; Why was I born , ye Gods , a Lesbian dame ? But ah beware , Sicilian nymphs ! nor boast That wand'ring heart which I so lately lost ; 60 Neu vos decipiant blandae mendacia linguae : 65 Quae dicit A ...
... fair Sicilians now thy foul inflame ; Why was I born , ye Gods , a Lesbian dame ? But ah beware , Sicilian nymphs ! nor boast That wand'ring heart which I so lately lost ; 60 Neu vos decipiant blandae mendacia linguae : 65 Quae dicit A ...
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... fair deferter to my arms ! Then round your neck in wanton wreaths I twine , Then you , methinks , as fondly circle mine : A thousand tender words I hear and fpeak ; A thousand melting kisses give , and take : Then fiercer joys , I blush ...
... fair deferter to my arms ! Then round your neck in wanton wreaths I twine , Then you , methinks , as fondly circle mine : A thousand tender words I hear and fpeak ; A thousand melting kisses give , and take : Then fiercer joys , I blush ...
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... 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 , " Their flames extinguish , and forget to love . " Deucalion once with ...
... 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 , " Their flames extinguish , and forget to love . " Deucalion once with ...
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... fair youth , return , and bring along Joy to my foul , and vigour to my fong : Abfent from thee , the Poet's flame expires ; But ah ! how fiercely burn the Lover's fires ? Gods ! can no pray'rs , no fighs , no numbers move One favage ...
... fair youth , return , and bring along Joy to my foul , and vigour to my fong : Abfent from thee , the Poet's flame expires ; But ah ! how fiercely burn the Lover's fires ? Gods ! can no pray'rs , no fighs , no numbers move One favage ...
الصفحة 36
... Fair eyes , and tempting looks ( which yet I view ! ) Long lov'd , ador'd ideas , all adieu ! 296 O Grace ferene ! oh virtue heav'nly fair ! . 36 ELOISA TO ABELARD .
... Fair eyes , and tempting looks ( which yet I view ! ) Long lov'd , ador'd ideas , all adieu ! 296 O Grace ferene ! oh virtue heav'nly fair ! . 36 ELOISA TO ABELARD .
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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...