The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... hear , And all my words were music to your ear . You stopp'd with kiffes my enchanting tongue , And found my kiffes fweeter than my song . In all I pleas'd , but most in what was beft ; And the last joy was dearer than the rest . 45 50 ...
... hear , And all my words were music to your ear . You stopp'd with kiffes my enchanting tongue , And found my kiffes fweeter than my song . In all I pleas'd , but most in what was beft ; And the last joy was dearer than the rest . 45 50 ...
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... hear and fpeak ; A thousand melting kisses give , and take : Then fiercer joys , I blush to mention these , Yet , while I blush , confefs how much they please . But when , with day , the sweet delusions fly , And all things wake to life ...
... hear and fpeak ; A thousand melting kisses give , and take : Then fiercer joys , I blush to mention these , Yet , while I blush , confefs how much they please . But when , with day , the sweet delusions fly , And all things wake to life ...
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... hear , no more I view , The phantom flies me , as unkind as you . I call aloud ; it hears not what I fay : 235 I ftretch my empty arms ; it glides away . To dream once more I close my willing eyes ; Ye foft illufions , dear deceits ...
... hear , no more I view , The phantom flies me , as unkind as you . I call aloud ; it hears not what I fay : 235 I ftretch my empty arms ; it glides away . To dream once more I close my willing eyes ; Ye foft illufions , dear deceits ...
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... Thy voice I seem in ev'ry hymn to hear , With ev'ry bead I drop too foft a tear , 255 260 265 270 When from the cenfer clouds of fragrance roll , And C 2 ELOISA TO ABELARD . 35 Sudden you mount, you beckon from the fkies; ...
... Thy voice I seem in ev'ry hymn to hear , With ev'ry bead I drop too foft a tear , 255 260 265 270 When from the cenfer clouds of fragrance roll , And C 2 ELOISA TO ABELARD . 35 Sudden you mount, you beckon from the fkies; ...
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... hear : 375 To farthest shores th'Ambrofial spirit flies , Sweet to the world , and grateful to the skies . Next these a youthful train their vows exprefs'd , gay embroid❜ry drefs'd ; With feathers crown'd , with IMITATIONS . That all ...
... hear : 375 To farthest shores th'Ambrofial spirit flies , Sweet to the world , and grateful to the skies . Next these a youthful train their vows exprefs'd , gay embroid❜ry drefs'd ; With feathers crown'd , with IMITATIONS . That all ...
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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...