The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... arms you center'd all your joy : No time the dear remembrance can remove , For oh ! how vaft a memory has love ? My mufic , then , you could for ever hear , And all my words were music to your ear . You stopp'd with kiffes my enchanting ...
... arms you center'd all your joy : No time the dear remembrance can remove , For oh ! how vaft a memory has love ? My mufic , then , you could for ever hear , And all my words were music to your ear . You stopp'd with kiffes my enchanting ...
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... arms , and melt in this embrace ! The vows you never will return receive ; And take at least the love you will not give . See , while I write , my words are loft in tears ; The lefs my fenfe , the more my love appears . 110 Si tam ...
... arms , and melt in this embrace ! The vows you never will return receive ; And take at least the love you will not give . See , while I write , my words are loft in tears ; The lefs my fenfe , the more my love appears . 110 Si tam ...
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... arms ! my Then round your neck in wanton wreaths I twine , Then you , methinks , as fondly circle mine : 150 A thousand tender words I hear and speak ; A thousand melting kiffes , give , and take : Then fiercer joys , I blufh to mention ...
... arms ! my Then round your neck in wanton wreaths I twine , Then you , methinks , as fondly circle mine : 150 A thousand tender words I hear and speak ; A thousand melting kiffes , give , and take : Then fiercer joys , I blufh to mention ...
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... a glafs , the fhining fands below : A flow'ry Lotos fpreads its arms above , 180 Shades all the banks , and feems itself a grove ; VOL . II . B 185 Hic ego cum laffos pofuiffem fletibus artus , Conftitit SAPPHO TO PHAON . 17.
... a glafs , the fhining fands below : A flow'ry Lotos fpreads its arms above , 180 Shades all the banks , and feems itself a grove ; VOL . II . B 185 Hic ego cum laffos pofuiffem fletibus artus , Conftitit SAPPHO TO PHAON . 17.
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... arms . I wake : --- no more I hear , no more I view , 235 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 foft ...
... arms . I wake : --- no more I hear , no more I view , 235 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 foft ...
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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...