The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... give . See , while I write , my words are loft in tears ; The lefs my fenfe , the more my love appears . Sure ' twas not much to bid one kind adieu , ( At least to feign was never hard to you ) Farewell my Lesbian love , you might have ...
... give . See , while I write , my words are loft in tears ; The lefs my fenfe , the more my love appears . Sure ' twas not much to bid one kind adieu , ( At least to feign was never hard to you ) Farewell my Lesbian love , you might have ...
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Alexander Pope. 120 No charge I gave you , and no charge could give , But this , Be mindful of our loves , and live . Now by the Nine , thofe pow'rs ador'd by me , And Love , the God that ever waits on thee , When first I heard ( from ...
Alexander Pope. 120 No charge I gave you , and no charge could give , But this , Be mindful of our loves , and live . Now by the Nine , thofe pow'rs ador'd by me , And Love , the God that ever waits on thee , When first I heard ( from ...
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Alexander Pope. Oh night more pleafing than the brightest day , 145 When fancy gives what abfence takes away , - And ... give , and take : Then fiercer joys , I blush to mention these , Yet , while I blush , confefs how much they please ...
Alexander Pope. Oh night more pleafing than the brightest day , 145 When fancy gives what abfence takes away , - And ... give , and take : Then fiercer joys , I blush to mention these , Yet , while I blush , confefs how much they please ...
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... occafioned thofe celebrated letters ( out of which the following is partly extracted ) which give fo lively a picture of the struggles of grace and nature , virtue and paffion . P. Plate IV . Vol . II . facing p.25 . ARGUMENT. ...
... occafioned thofe celebrated letters ( out of which the following is partly extracted ) which give fo lively a picture of the struggles of grace and nature , virtue and paffion . P. Plate IV . Vol . II . facing p.25 . ARGUMENT. ...
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... give me all thy grief . Heav'n firft taught letters for fome wretch's aid , Some banish'd lover , or fome captive maid ; They live , they speak , they breathe what love inspires , Warm from the soul , and faithful to its fires , The ...
... give me all thy grief . Heav'n firft taught letters for fome wretch's aid , Some banish'd lover , or fome captive maid ; They live , they speak , they breathe what love inspires , Warm from the soul , and faithful to its fires , The ...
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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...