The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... fields retires , While I confume with more than Ætna's fires ! foul a charm in mufic finds ; No more my Mufic has charms alone for peaceful minds . 10 . Nec me Pyrrhiades Methymniadefve puellae , Nec me Lesbiadum caetera A 2 (3) ...
... fields retires , While I confume with more than Ætna's fires ! foul a charm in mufic finds ; No more my Mufic has charms alone for peaceful minds . 10 . Nec me Pyrrhiades Methymniadefve puellae , Nec me Lesbiadum caetera A 2 (3) ...
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... fires . To rocks and seas I fly from Phaon's hate , And hope from feas and rocks a milder fate . Ye gentle gales , beneath my body blow , And foftly lay me on the waves below ! And thou , kind Love , my finking limbs sustain , Spread ...
... fires . To rocks and seas I fly from Phaon's hate , And hope from feas and rocks a milder fate . Ye gentle gales , beneath my body blow , And foftly lay me on the waves below ! And thou , kind Love , my finking limbs sustain , Spread ...
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... fires ? Gods ! can no pray'rs , no fighs , no numbers move One favage heart , or teach it how to love ? 236 240 245 The winds my pray'rs , my sighs , my numbers bear , The flying winds have lost them all in air ! Oh when , alas ! fhall ...
... fires ? Gods ! can no pray'rs , no fighs , no numbers move One favage heart , or teach it how to love ? 236 240 245 The winds my pray'rs , my sighs , my numbers bear , The flying winds have lost them all in air ! Oh when , alas ! fhall ...
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... fires , The virgin's wifh without her fears impart , 55 Excufe the blufh , and pour out all the heart , Speed the foft intercourse from foul to foul , And waft a figh from Indus to the Pole . Thou know'ft how guiltless first I met thy ...
... fires , The virgin's wifh without her fears impart , 55 Excufe the blufh , and pour out all the heart , Speed the foft intercourse from foul to foul , And waft a figh from Indus to the Pole . Thou know'ft how guiltless first I met thy ...
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... fires , Those restless paffions in revenge inspires , And bids them make mistaken mortals groan , Who feek in love for aught but love alone . Should at my feet the world's great master fall , Himself , his throne , his world , I'd fcorn ...
... fires , Those restless paffions in revenge inspires , And bids them make mistaken mortals groan , Who feek in love for aught but love alone . Should at my feet the world's great master fall , Himself , his throne , his world , I'd fcorn ...
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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...