The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... throne , his world , I'd fcorn ' em all : Not Cæfar's emprefs would I deign to prove ; No , make me mistress to the man I love ; If there be yet another name more free , 75 85 More fond than mistress , make me that to thee ! 90 Oh ...
... throne , his world , I'd fcorn ' em all : Not Cæfar's emprefs would I deign to prove ; No , make me mistress to the man I love ; If there be yet another name more free , 75 85 More fond than mistress , make me that to thee ! 90 Oh ...
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... throne with trophies charg'd , I view'd The Youth that all things but himself subdu'd ; His feet on fceptres and tiara's trod , And his horn'd head bely'd the Libyar God , 150 There Cæfar , grac'd with both Minerva's , fhone ; 155 Cæfar ...
... throne with trophies charg'd , I view'd The Youth that all things but himself subdu'd ; His feet on fceptres and tiara's trod , And his horn'd head bely'd the Libyar God , 150 There Cæfar , grac'd with both Minerva's , fhone ; 155 Cæfar ...
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... throne of Fame , are placed the greatest names in learning of all antiquity . These are described in fuch attitudes as exprefs their different cha- racters : the columns on which they are raised are adorned with fculptures , taken from ...
... throne of Fame , are placed the greatest names in learning of all antiquity . These are described in fuch attitudes as exprefs their different cha- racters : the columns on which they are raised are adorned with fculptures , taken from ...
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... throne ; Father of verfe ! in holy fillets dreft , 180 His filver beard wav'd gently o'er his breaft ; 185 Tho ' blind , a boldness in his looks appears ; In years he seem'd , but not impair'd by years . The wars of Troy were round the ...
... throne ; Father of verfe ! in holy fillets dreft , 180 His filver beard wav'd gently o'er his breaft ; 185 Tho ' blind , a boldness in his looks appears ; In years he seem'd , but not impair'd by years . The wars of Troy were round the ...
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... throne ARMS AND THE MAN in golden cyphers fhone . 215 Four fwans fuftain a ear of filver bright , 210 With heads advanc'd , and pinions ftretch'd for flight : Here , like fome furious prophet , Pindar rode , And feem'd to labour with th ...
... throne ARMS AND THE MAN in golden cyphers fhone . 215 Four fwans fuftain a ear of filver bright , 210 With heads advanc'd , and pinions ftretch'd for flight : Here , like fome furious prophet , Pindar rode , And feem'd to labour with th ...
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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...