The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... stood and cry'd , " O you that love in vain ! 190 Fly hence , and feek the fair Leucadian main ; " There stands a rock , from whose impending steep " Apollo's fane furveys the rolling deep ; " There injur'd lovers leaping from above ...
... stood and cry'd , " O you that love in vain ! 190 Fly hence , and feek the fair Leucadian main ; " There stands a rock , from whose impending steep " Apollo's fane furveys the rolling deep ; " There injur'd lovers leaping from above ...
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... with the shade ( All the writing that I fye ) Of the caftle that ftoode on high , And stood eke in fo cold a place , 1 hat heate might it not deface . P. So Zembla's rocks ( the beauteous work of froft ) 48 THE TEMPLE.
... with the shade ( All the writing that I fye ) Of the caftle that ftoode on high , And stood eke in fo cold a place , 1 hat heate might it not deface . P. So Zembla's rocks ( the beauteous work of froft ) 48 THE TEMPLE.
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... stood , NOTES . and aftronomy : they also preferved the Hiftory of their nation . Their greatest Hero upon record is Sefoftris , whose actions and conquefts may be feen at large in Diodorus , etc. He is faid to have caused the Kings he ...
... stood , NOTES . and aftronomy : they also preferved the Hiftory of their nation . Their greatest Hero upon record is Sefoftris , whose actions and conquefts may be feen at large in Diodorus , etc. He is faid to have caused the Kings he ...
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... stood ; Timoleon , glorious in his brother's blood ; NOTES . VER . 152. The Youth that all things but himself fubdu'd ; ] Alexander the Great : the Tiara was the crown peculiar to the Afian Princes : his defire to be thought the fon of ...
... stood ; Timoleon , glorious in his brother's blood ; NOTES . VER . 152. The Youth that all things but himself fubdu'd ; ] Alexander the Great : the Tiara was the crown peculiar to the Afian Princes : his defire to be thought the fon of ...
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... stood aghast , And startled nature trembled with the blast . This having heard and feen , fome pow'r unknown Strait chang'd the scene , and fnatch'd me from the throne . IMITATIONS . VER . 406. Laft , those who boast of mighty etc ...
... stood aghast , And startled nature trembled with the blast . This having heard and feen , fome pow'r unknown Strait chang'd the scene , and fnatch'd me from the throne . IMITATIONS . VER . 406. Laft , those who boast of mighty etc ...
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Page 30 - With other beauties charm my partial eyes, Full in my view set all the bright abode, And make my soul quit Abelard for God.
Page 31 - 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.
Page 19 - Phaon's hate, And hope from seas and rocks a milder fate. Ye gentle gales, beneath my body blow, And softly lay me on the waves below!
Page 29 - ... on earth there be), And once the lot of Abelard and me. Alas, how chang'd ! what...
Page 26 - 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?
Page 36 - Ah come not, write not, think not once of me, 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.
Page 39 - When this rebellious heart shall beat no more; If ever chance two wand'ring lovers brings To Paraclete's white walls and silver springs, O'er the pale marble shall they join their heads, And drink the falling tears each other sheds, 350 Then sadly say, with mutual pity mov'd, "Oh may we never love as these have lov'd!
Page 29 - Ev'n thought meets thought, ere from the lips it part, And each warm wish springs mutual from the heart. This sure is bliss (if bliss on earth there be) And once the lot of Abelard and me.
Page 26 - Nor prayers nor fasts its stubborn pulse restrain, Nor tears for ages taught to flow in vain. Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose, That well-known name awakens all my woes.
Page 31 - The darksome pines, that o'er yon rocks reclin'd, Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wandering 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...