The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... Unhappy wife , whofe crime was too much love ! If this be struggling , by this holy light , 765 ' Tis ftruggling with a vengeance ( quoth theKnight ) So heav'n preserve the fight it has restor❜d , As with these eyes I plainly faw thee ...
... Unhappy wife , whofe crime was too much love ! If this be struggling , by this holy light , 765 ' Tis ftruggling with a vengeance ( quoth theKnight ) So heav'n preserve the fight it has restor❜d , As with these eyes I plainly faw thee ...
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... unhappy Monarch found ? The fire against the fon his arrows drew , O'er the wide fields the furious mother flew , And while her arms a fecond hope contain , Sprung from the rocks and plung'd into the main . But wave whate'er to Cadmus ...
... unhappy Monarch found ? The fire against the fon his arrows drew , O'er the wide fields the furious mother flew , And while her arms a fecond hope contain , Sprung from the rocks and plung'd into the main . But wave whate'er to Cadmus ...
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... unhappy fire despise , Spoil'd of his kingdom , and depriv'd of eyes ; Guidelefs I wander , unregarded mourn , While these exalt their fceptres o'er my urn ; These fons , ye Gods ! who with flagitious pride , Infult my darkness , and my ...
... unhappy fire despise , Spoil'd of his kingdom , and depriv'd of eyes ; Guidelefs I wander , unregarded mourn , While these exalt their fceptres o'er my urn ; These fons , ye Gods ! who with flagitious pride , Infult my darkness , and my ...
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... the first birth of our unhappy state ; When banish'd Cadmus , wand'ring o'er the main , For loft Europa fearch'd the world in vain , 250 Exul Hyanteos invenit regna per agros : Fraternafque acies Book I. THEBAIS OF STATIUS . 169.
... the first birth of our unhappy state ; When banish'd Cadmus , wand'ring o'er the main , For loft Europa fearch'd the world in vain , 250 Exul Hyanteos invenit regna per agros : Fraternafque acies Book I. THEBAIS OF STATIUS . 169.
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... tenebrae Ultorem fperare Jovem . nova fontibus arma Injiciam regnis , totumque a ftirpe revellam 340 Exitiale genus . belli mihi semina sunto 320 Unhappy Cadmus ' fate who does not know ? 176 STATII THEBAIDOS LIB . I.
... tenebrae Ultorem fperare Jovem . nova fontibus arma Injiciam regnis , totumque a ftirpe revellam 340 Exitiale genus . belli mihi semina sunto 320 Unhappy Cadmus ' fate who does not know ? 176 STATII THEBAIDOS LIB . I.
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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...