The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... , You ftill enjoy'd , and yet you still defir'd , 60 ' Till all diffolving in the trance we lay , And in tumultuous raptures dy'd away . Nunc tibi Sicelides veniunt nova praeda puellae ; Quid mihi A 4 SAPPHO TO PHA QN . 7.
... , You ftill enjoy'd , and yet you still defir'd , 60 ' Till all diffolving in the trance we lay , And in tumultuous raptures dy'd away . Nunc tibi Sicelides veniunt nova praeda puellae ; Quid mihi A 4 SAPPHO TO PHA QN . 7.
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... still increase the woes fo foon begun ? Inur'd to forrow from my tender years , My parent's ashes drank my early tears : My brother next , neglecting wealth and fame , 75 Ignobly burn'd in a destructive flame : An infant daughter late ...
... still increase the woes fo foon begun ? Inur'd to forrow from my tender years , My parent's ashes drank my early tears : My brother next , neglecting wealth and fame , 75 Ignobly burn'd in a destructive flame : An infant daughter late ...
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... Still is there caufe for Sappho ftill to love : So from my birth the Sifters fix'd my doom , And gave to Venus all my life to come ; Or while my Muse in melting notes complains , My yielding heart keeps measure to my strains , By charms ...
... Still is there caufe for Sappho ftill to love : So from my birth the Sifters fix'd my doom , And gave to Venus all my life to come ; Or while my Muse in melting notes complains , My yielding heart keeps measure to my strains , By charms ...
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... Still rebel nature holds out half my heart ; Nor pray'rs nor fafts its stubborn pulse restrain , Nor tears for ages taught to flow in vain . Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose , 25 That well - known name awakens all my woes . 30 Oh ...
... Still rebel nature holds out half my heart ; Nor pray'rs nor fafts its stubborn pulse restrain , Nor tears for ages taught to flow in vain . Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose , 25 That well - known name awakens all my woes . 30 Oh ...
الصفحة 31
... still are mine , and those I need not fpare , 45 Love but demands what else were fhed in pray'r ; No happier task these faded eyes pursue ; To read and weep is all they now can do . Then share thy pain , allow that fad relief ; Ah ...
... still are mine , and those I need not fpare , 45 Love but demands what else were fhed in pray'r ; No happier task these faded eyes pursue ; To read and weep is all they now can do . Then share thy pain , allow that fad relief ; Ah ...
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الصفحة 30 - 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 28 - And Saints with wonder heard the vows I made, Yet then, to those dread altars as I drew...
الصفحة 30 - The darksome pines that o'er yon rocks reclin'd Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wand'ring 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 ; No more these scenes my meditation aid, Or lull to rest the visionary maid.
الصفحة 59 - The figur'd games of Greece the column grace, Neptune and Jove survey the rapid race. The youths hang o'er their chariots as they run ; The fiery steeds seem starting from the stone ; The champions in distorted postures threat ; 220 And all appear'd irregularly great. Here happy Horace tun'd th...
الصفحة 35 - 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 25 - 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 33 - The phantom flies me, as unkind as you. I call aloud; it hears not what I say; I stretch my empty arms; it glides away: To dream once more I close my willing eyes; Ye soft illusions, dear deceits, arise! 240 Alas no more!— methinks we wandring go Thro...
الصفحة 35 - When from the cenfer clouds of fragrance roll, And fwelling organs lift the rifing foul, One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight, Priefts, tapers, temples, fwim before my fight : In feas of flame my plunging foul is drown'd, 275 While Altars blaze, and Angels tremble round.
الصفحة 27 - em all: Not Caesar's empress would I deign to prove; No, make me mistress to the man I love; If there be yet another name more free, More fond than mistress, make me that to thee!
الصفحة 27 - Oh! happy state! when souls each other draw, When love is liberty, and nature law...