The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... fate itself impose , But thee , the last and greatest of my woes ? No more my robes in waving purple flow , Nor on my hand the sparkling di'monds glow ; No more my locks in ringlets curl'd diffuse The coftly sweetness of Arabian dews ...
... fate itself impose , But thee , the last and greatest of my woes ? No more my robes in waving purple flow , Nor on my hand the sparkling di'monds glow ; No more my locks in ringlets curl'd diffuse The coftly sweetness of Arabian dews ...
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... love infpires ; Let female fears fubmit to female fires . To rocks and feas I fly from Phaon's hate , 205 And hope from feas and rocks a milder fate . Quicquid erit , melius quam nunc erit : aura , B 2 SAPPHO TO PHAON . 19.
... love infpires ; Let female fears fubmit to female fires . To rocks and feas I fly from Phaon's hate , 205 And hope from feas and rocks a milder fate . Quicquid erit , melius quam nunc erit : aura , B 2 SAPPHO TO PHAON . 19.
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... fates , feverely kind , ordain A cool fufpenfe from pleasure and from pain ; 250 Thy life a long dead calm of fix'd repose ; No pulfe that riots , and no blood that glows . Still as the fea , ere winds were taught to blow , Or moving ...
... fates , feverely kind , ordain A cool fufpenfe from pleasure and from pain ; 250 Thy life a long dead calm of fix'd repose ; No pulfe that riots , and no blood that glows . Still as the fea , ere winds were taught to blow , Or moving ...
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... fate shall thy fair frame destroy , ( That cause of all my guilt , and all my joy ) In trance extatic may thy pangs be drown'd , Bright clouds defcend , and Angelswatch thee round , From op'ning skies may ftreaming glories shine , And ...
... fate shall thy fair frame destroy , ( That cause of all my guilt , and all my joy ) In trance extatic may thy pangs be drown'd , Bright clouds defcend , and Angelswatch thee round , From op'ning skies may ftreaming glories shine , And ...
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... fate fome future bard shall join In fad fimilitude of griefs to mine , NOTES . 360 VER . 343. May one kind grave , etc. ] Abelard and Eloïfa were interred in the fame grave , or in monuments adjoining , in the Monastery of the Paraclete ...
... fate fome future bard shall join In fad fimilitude of griefs to mine , NOTES . 360 VER . 343. May one kind grave , etc. ] Abelard and Eloïfa were interred in the fame grave , or in monuments adjoining , in the Monastery of the Paraclete ...
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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...