The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... blood ; No figh to rife , no tear had pow'r to flow , Fix'd in a stupid lethargy of woe : But when its way th'impetuous paffion found , I rend my treffes , and my breast I wound , I rave , then weep , I curfe , and then complain , Now ...
... blood ; No figh to rife , no tear had pow'r to flow , Fix'd in a stupid lethargy of woe : But when its way th'impetuous paffion found , I rend my treffes , and my breast I wound , I rave , then weep , I curfe , and then complain , Now ...
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... blood that glows . Still as the fea , ere winds were taught to blow , Or moving spirit bade the waters flow ; Soft as the flumbers of a faint forgiv❜n , And mild as op'ning gleams of promis'd heav'n . Come , Abelard ! for what haft ...
... blood that glows . Still as the fea , ere winds were taught to blow , Or moving spirit bade the waters flow ; Soft as the flumbers of a faint forgiv❜n , And mild as op'ning gleams of promis'd heav'n . Come , Abelard ! for what haft ...
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... blood , 125 The horrid forms of Scythian heroes 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 ...
... blood , 125 The horrid forms of Scythian heroes 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 ...
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... blood ; NOTES . VER . 152. The Youth that all things but himself fubdu'd ; ] Alexander the Great : the Tiara was the ... blood ; ] Timoleon had faved the life of his brother Timophanes in the battle between the Argives and Corinthians ...
... blood ; NOTES . VER . 152. The Youth that all things but himself fubdu'd ; ] Alexander the Great : the Tiara was the ... blood ; ] Timoleon had faved the life of his brother Timophanes in the battle between the Argives and Corinthians ...
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... blood in every place , The Tholofan that hight Stace , That bare of Thebes up the name , etc. P. VER . 182. ] Full wonder hye on a pilleré Of iron , he the great Omer , And with him Dares and Titus , etc. P. i 190 195 A ftrong ...
... blood in every place , The Tholofan that hight Stace , That bare of Thebes up the name , etc. P. VER . 182. ] Full wonder hye on a pilleré Of iron , he the great Omer , And with him Dares and Titus , etc. P. i 190 195 A ftrong ...
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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...