The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... notes to flow , And tun'd my heart to Elegies of woe . I burn , I burn , as when thro ' ripen'd corn By driving winds the spreading flames are born ! Phaon to Ætna's fcorching fields retires , While I confume with more than Ætna's fires ...
... notes to flow , And tun'd my heart to Elegies of woe . I burn , I burn , as when thro ' ripen'd corn By driving winds the spreading flames are born ! Phaon to Ætna's fcorching fields retires , While I confume with more than Ætna's fires ...
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... ofcula fumma tulisti ; Denique non timui , quod dolitura fui . Nil de te mecum eft , nifi tantum injuria : nec tu , Admoneat quod te , pignus amantis habes . I10 Or , while my Muse in melting notes complains , 10 SAPPHO PHAONI ,
... ofcula fumma tulisti ; Denique non timui , quod dolitura fui . Nil de te mecum eft , nifi tantum injuria : nec tu , Admoneat quod te , pignus amantis habes . I10 Or , while my Muse in melting notes complains , 10 SAPPHO PHAONI ,
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Alexander Pope. Or , while my Muse in melting notes complains , My yielding heart keeps measure to my strains . By charms like thine which all my foul have won , Who might not - ah ! who would not be undone ? For those Aurora Cephalus ...
Alexander Pope. Or , while my Muse in melting notes complains , My yielding heart keeps measure to my strains . By charms like thine which all my foul have won , Who might not - ah ! who would not be undone ? For those Aurora Cephalus ...
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... paths of pleasing sense I ran , Nor wish'd an Angel whom I lov❜d a Man . NOTES : 70 VER . 66. And truths divine etc. ] He was her Preceptor in Philofophy and Divinity . P. Dim and remote the joys of faints I fee ; ELOISA TO ABELARD . 2.7.
... paths of pleasing sense I ran , Nor wish'd an Angel whom I lov❜d a Man . NOTES : 70 VER . 66. And truths divine etc. ] He was her Preceptor in Philofophy and Divinity . P. Dim and remote the joys of faints I fee ; ELOISA TO ABELARD . 2.7.
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... eternal bound ) Thefe mofs - grown domes with fpiry turrets crown'd , NOTES . VER . 133. You rais'd thefe hallow'd walls ; ] He found- ed the Monaftery . P. Where awful arches make a noon - day night , 30 ELOISA TO ABELARD.
... eternal bound ) Thefe mofs - grown domes with fpiry turrets crown'd , NOTES . VER . 133. You rais'd thefe hallow'd walls ; ] He found- ed the Monaftery . P. Where awful arches make a noon - day night , 30 ELOISA TO ABELARD.
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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...