The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... night : Oh night more pleafing than the brightest day , 145 When fancy gives what abfence takes away , And , drefs'd in all its vifionary charms , Reftores fair deferter to my arms ! my Then round your neck in wanton wreaths I twine ...
... night : Oh night more pleafing than the brightest day , 145 When fancy gives what abfence takes away , And , drefs'd in all its vifionary charms , Reftores fair deferter to my arms ! my Then round your neck in wanton wreaths I twine ...
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... Night shades the groves , and all in filence lie , 175 All but the mournful Philomel and I : With mournful Philomel I join my strain , Of Tereus fhe , of Phaon I complain . A spring there is , whofe filver waters show , Clear as a glafs ...
... Night shades the groves , and all in filence lie , 175 All but the mournful Philomel and I : With mournful Philomel I join my strain , Of Tereus fhe , of Phaon I complain . A spring there is , whofe filver waters show , Clear as a glafs ...
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... night , And the dim windows shed a folemn light ; Thy eyes diffus'd a reconciling ray , " And gleams of glory brighten'd all the day . But now no face divine contentment wears , ' Tis all blank sadness , or continual tears . See how the ...
... night , And the dim windows shed a folemn light ; Thy eyes diffus'd a reconciling ray , " And gleams of glory brighten'd all the day . But now no face divine contentment wears , ' Tis all blank sadness , or continual tears . See how the ...
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... night ! How glowing guilt exalts the keen delight ! 230 Provoking Dæmons all restraint remove , And stir within me ev'ry fource of love . I hear thee , view thee , gaze o'er all thy charms , And round thy phantom glue my clasping arms ...
... night ! How glowing guilt exalts the keen delight ! 230 Provoking Dæmons all restraint remove , And stir within me ev'ry fource of love . I hear thee , view thee , gaze o'er all thy charms , And round thy phantom glue my clasping arms ...
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... night . 355 Then came the smallest tribe I yet had seen ; Plain was their drefs , and modeft was their mien . IMITATIONS . Swift , as a pellet out of a gunne , When fire is in the powder runne . And fuch a fmoke gan out wende , Out of ...
... night . 355 Then came the smallest tribe I yet had seen ; Plain was their drefs , and modeft was their mien . IMITATIONS . Swift , as a pellet out of a gunne , When fire is in the powder runne . And fuch a fmoke gan out wende , Out of ...
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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...