The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... rage the founding ftrings , No less renown attends the moving lyre , Which Venus tunes , and all her loves infpire ; To me what nature has in charms deny'd , Is well by wit's more lafting flames fupply'd . Tho ' fhort my ftature , yet ...
... rage the founding ftrings , No less renown attends the moving lyre , Which Venus tunes , and all her loves infpire ; To me what nature has in charms deny'd , Is well by wit's more lafting flames fupply'd . Tho ' fhort my ftature , yet ...
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... rage , now melt in tears again . Not fiercer pangs distract the mournful dame , Whose first - born infant feeds the fun'ral flame . My scornful brother with a smile appears , Infults my woes , and triumphs in my tears , His hated image ...
... rage , now melt in tears again . Not fiercer pangs distract the mournful dame , Whose first - born infant feeds the fun'ral flame . My scornful brother with a smile appears , Infults my woes , and triumphs in my tears , His hated image ...
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... rage suppress'd , Let tears , and burning blushes speak the rest . 100 105 III Canft thou forget that fad , that folemn day , When victims at yon altar's foot we lay ? Canft thou forget what tears that moment fell , When , warm in youth ...
... rage suppress'd , Let tears , and burning blushes speak the rest . 100 105 III Canft thou forget that fad , that folemn day , When victims at yon altar's foot we lay ? Canft thou forget what tears that moment fell , When , warm in youth ...
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... rage of ill - requited heav'n : But fuch plain roofs as Piety could raife , And only vocal with the Maker's praise . 140 In thefe lone walls ( their days eternal bound ) Thefe mofs - grown domes with fpiry turrets crown'd , NOTES . VER ...
... rage of ill - requited heav'n : But fuch plain roofs as Piety could raife , And only vocal with the Maker's praise . 140 In thefe lone walls ( their days eternal bound ) Thefe mofs - grown domes with fpiry turrets crown'd , NOTES . VER ...
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... rage t'infuse The fofter fpirit of the Sapphic Muse . NOTES . 220 225 VER . 210. Four fwans fuftain etc. ] Pindar being feated in a chariot , alludes to the chariot - races he celebrated in the Grecian games . The fwans are emblems of ...
... rage t'infuse The fofter fpirit of the Sapphic Muse . NOTES . 220 225 VER . 210. Four fwans fuftain etc. ] Pindar being feated in a chariot , alludes to the chariot - races he celebrated in the Grecian games . The fwans are emblems of ...
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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...