The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... flames are born ! Phaon to Ætna's fcorching 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 ...
... flames are born ! Phaon to Ætna's fcorching 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 ...
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... flame like mine ! 115 20 25 Whom would not all thofe blooming charms furprize , Those heav'nly looks , and dear ... flames fupply'd . Tho ' fhort my ftature , yet my name extends To heav'n itself , and earth's remoteft ends . 36 40 ...
... flame like mine ! 115 20 25 Whom would not all thofe blooming charms furprize , Those heav'nly looks , and dear ... flames fupply'd . Tho ' fhort my ftature , yet my name extends To heav'n itself , and earth's remoteft ends . 36 40 ...
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... flame ; Turtles and doves of diff'ring hues unite , And gloffy jet is pair'd with fhining white . If to no charms thou wilt thy heart refign , But fuch as merit , fuch as equal thine , By none , alas ! by none thou canst be mov'd ...
... flame ; Turtles and doves of diff'ring hues unite , And gloffy jet is pair'd with fhining white . If to no charms thou wilt thy heart refign , But fuch as merit , fuch as equal thine , By none , alas ! by none thou canst be mov'd ...
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... flame : 75 An infant daughter late my griefs increas'd , And all a mother's cares diftract my breaft . Alas , what more could fate itself impose , But thee , the laft and greatest of my woes ? No more my robes in waving purple flow ...
... flame : 75 An infant daughter late my griefs increas'd , And all a mother's cares diftract my breaft . Alas , what more could fate itself impose , But thee , the laft and greatest of my woes ? No more my robes in waving purple flow ...
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... 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 . Stung with my love , and furious with despair ...
... 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 . Stung with my love , and furious with despair ...
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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...