The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... twas not much to bid one kind adieu , ( At least to feign was never hard to you ) Farewell my Lesbian love , you might have said , Or coldly thus , Farewell oh Lesbian maid ! No tear did you , no parting kiss receive , Nor knew I then ...
... twas not much to bid one kind adieu , ( At least to feign was never hard to you ) Farewell my Lesbian love , you might have said , Or coldly thus , Farewell oh Lesbian maid ! No tear did you , no parting kiss receive , Nor knew I then ...
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... twas no fin to love : Back thro ' the 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 ...
... twas no fin to love : Back thro ' the 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 ...
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... twas doubtful , both so closely pent , Which firft fhould iffue thro ' the narrow vent : At last agreed , together out they fly , Infeparable now , the truth and lye ; The ftrict companions are for ever join'd , And this or that unmix'd ...
... twas doubtful , both so closely pent , Which firft fhould iffue thro ' the narrow vent : At last agreed , together out they fly , Infeparable now , the truth and lye ; The ftrict companions are for ever join'd , And this or that unmix'd ...
Page 78
... fex advise , All things would profper , all the world grow wife . ' Twas by Rebecca's aid that Jacob won His father's bleffing from an elder fon : 70 Abufive Nabal ow'd his forfeit life To the wife conduct 78 JANUARY AND MAY.
... fex advise , All things would profper , all the world grow wife . ' Twas by Rebecca's aid that Jacob won His father's bleffing from an elder fon : 70 Abufive Nabal ow'd his forfeit life To the wife conduct 78 JANUARY AND MAY.
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... twas fhrewdly faid , Old fish at table , but young flesh in bed . My foul abhors the tasteless , dry embrace Of a ftale virgin with a winter face : 105 In that cold feason Love but treats his gueft With bean - ftraw , and tough forage ...
... twas fhrewdly faid , Old fish at table , but young flesh in bed . My foul abhors the tasteless , dry embrace Of a ftale virgin with a winter face : 105 In that cold feason Love but treats his gueft With bean - ftraw , and tough forage ...
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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...