The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... face divine contentment wears , ' Tis all blank sadness , or continual tears . See how the force of others pray'rs I try , ( O pious fraud of am'rous charity ! ) But why should I on others pray'rs depend ? 145 150 Come thou , my father ...
... face divine contentment wears , ' Tis all blank sadness , or continual tears . See how the force of others pray'rs I try , ( O pious fraud of am'rous charity ! ) But why should I on others pray'rs depend ? 145 150 Come thou , my father ...
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... faces had the dome , and ev'ry face Of various structure , but of equal grace : Four brazen gates , on columns lifted high , Salute the diff'rent quarters of the sky . Here fabled Chiefs in darker ages born , Or Worthies old , whom arms ...
... faces had the dome , and ev'ry face Of various structure , but of equal grace : Four brazen gates , on columns lifted high , Salute the diff'rent quarters of the sky . Here fabled Chiefs in darker ages born , Or Worthies old , whom arms ...
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... face ; The wall in luftre and effect like Glass , Which o'er each object cafting various dyes , Enlarges fome , and others multiplies : Nor void of emblem was the myftic wall , For thus romantic Fame , increases all . 135 140 The Temple ...
... face ; The wall in luftre and effect like Glass , Which o'er each object cafting various dyes , Enlarges fome , and others multiplies : Nor void of emblem was the myftic wall , For thus romantic Fame , increases all . 135 140 The Temple ...
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... face . The flying rumours gather'd as they roll'd , Scarce any tale was fooner heard than told ; And all who told it added fomething new , And all who heard it , made enlargements too , In ev'ry ear it spread , on ev'ry tongue it grew ...
... face . The flying rumours gather'd as they roll'd , Scarce any tale was fooner heard than told ; And all who told it added fomething new , And all who heard it , made enlargements too , In ev'ry ear it spread , on ev'ry tongue it grew ...
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... face : 105 In that cold feason Love but treats his gueft With bean - ftraw , and tough forage at the best . No crafty widows fhall approach my bed ; Thofe are too wife for batchelors to wed ; As fubtle clerks by many schools are made ...
... face : 105 In that cold feason Love but treats his gueft With bean - ftraw , and tough forage at the best . No crafty widows fhall approach my bed ; Thofe are too wife for batchelors to wed ; As fubtle clerks by many schools are made ...
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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...