The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... those blooming charms fur- prize , Those heav'nly looks , and dear deluding eyes ? The harp and bow would you like Phœbus bear , A brighter Phœbus Phaon might appear ; Would you with ivy wreath your flowing hair , 25 Not Bacchus ' felf ...
... those blooming charms fur- prize , Those heav'nly looks , and dear deluding eyes ? The harp and bow would you like Phœbus bear , A brighter Phœbus Phaon might appear ; Would you with ivy wreath your flowing hair , 25 Not Bacchus ' felf ...
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... those tempting words abus'd , Those tempting words were all to Sappho us'd . And you that rule Sicilia's happy plains , Have pity , Venus , on your poet's pains ! Shall fortune ftill in one fad tenor run , 70 And still increase the woes ...
... those tempting words abus'd , Those tempting words were all to Sappho us'd . And you that rule Sicilia's happy plains , Have pity , Venus , on your poet's pains ! Shall fortune ftill in one fad tenor run , 70 And still increase the woes ...
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... those Aurora Cephalus might icorn , And with fresh blushes paint the confcious morn . For those might Cynthia lengthen Phaon's fleep , And bid Endymion nightly tend his sheep . 100 Venus for those had rapt thee to the skies , But Mars ...
... those Aurora Cephalus might icorn , And with fresh blushes paint the confcious morn . For those might Cynthia lengthen Phaon's fleep , And bid Endymion nightly tend his sheep . 100 Venus for those had rapt thee to the skies , But Mars ...
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... those pow'rs ador'd by me , And Love , the God that ever waits on thee , When first I heard ( from whom I hardly knew ) That you were fled , and all my joys with you , Like fome fad ftatue , fpeechlefs , pale Iftood , 125 Grief chill'd ...
... those pow'rs ador'd by me , And Love , the God that ever waits on thee , When first I heard ( from whom I hardly knew ) That you were fled , and all my joys with you , Like fome fad ftatue , fpeechlefs , pale Iftood , 125 Grief chill'd ...
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... those shades delight no more . Here the prefs'd herbs with bending tops betray Where oft entwin'd in am'rous folds we lay ; 170 I kifs that earth which once was prefs'd by you , And all with tears the with'ring herbs bedew . For thee ...
... those shades delight no more . Here the prefs'd herbs with bending tops betray Where oft entwin'd in am'rous folds we lay ; 170 I kifs that earth which once was prefs'd by you , And all with tears the with'ring herbs bedew . For thee ...
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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...