The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... dame , Nymphs that in verse no more could rival me , 30 Than evin those Gods contend in charms with thee . The Muses teach me all their softeft lays , And the wide world refounds with Sappho's praise . great Alcæus more fublimely fings ...
... dame , Nymphs that in verse no more could rival me , 30 Than evin those Gods contend in charms with thee . The Muses teach me all their softeft lays , And the wide world refounds with Sappho's praise . great Alcæus more fublimely fings ...
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... Sicelides veniunt nova praeda puellae ; Quid mihi cum Lefbo ? Sicelis effe volo . At vos erronem tellure remittite noftrum , Nifiades matres , Nifiadefque nurus . 60 Brown as I am , an Ethiopian dame Infpir'd young 6 SAPPHO PHAONL.
... Sicelides veniunt nova praeda puellae ; Quid mihi cum Lefbo ? Sicelis effe volo . At vos erronem tellure remittite noftrum , Nifiades matres , Nifiadefque nurus . 60 Brown as I am , an Ethiopian dame Infpir'd young 6 SAPPHO PHAONL.
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... dame ? But ah beware , Sicilian nymphs ! nor boast That wand'ring heart which I so lately lost ; 60 Neu vos decipiant blandae mendacia linguae : 65 Quae dicit A 4 SAPPHO TO PHAON . 2 Brown as I am, an Ethiopian dame ...
... dame ? But ah beware , Sicilian nymphs ! nor boast That wand'ring heart which I so lately lost ; 60 Neu vos decipiant blandae mendacia linguae : 65 Quae dicit A 4 SAPPHO TO PHAON . 2 Brown as I am, an Ethiopian dame ...
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... dame , Whose first - born infant feeds the fun'ral flame . My scornful brother with a smile appears , Infults my woes , and triumphs in my tears , His hated image ever haunts my eyes , And why this grief ? thy daughter lives , he cries ...
... dame , Whose first - born infant feeds the fun'ral flame . My scornful brother with a smile appears , Infults my woes , and triumphs in my tears , His hated image ever haunts my eyes , And why this grief ? thy daughter lives , he cries ...
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... dame , Auguft her deed , and facred be her fame ; Before true paffion all thofe views remove , Fame , wealth , and honour ! what are you to Love ? The jealous God , when we profane his fires , Those restless paffions in revenge inspires ...
... dame , Auguft her deed , and facred be her fame ; Before true paffion all thofe views remove , Fame , wealth , and honour ! what are you to Love ? The jealous God , when we profane his fires , Those restless paffions in revenge inspires ...
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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...