The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... light darts my tender bofom move , Still is there cause for Sappho still to love : So from my birth the Sifters fix'd my doom , And gave to Venus all my life to come ; 90 Sive ita nafcenti legem dixere foreres , Nec data funt SAPPHO TO ...
... light darts my tender bofom move , Still is there cause for Sappho still to love : So from my birth the Sifters fix'd my doom , And gave to Venus all my life to come ; 90 Sive ita nafcenti legem dixere foreres , Nec data funt SAPPHO TO ...
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... light wings , and in a moment flies . Let wealth , let honour , wait the wedded dame , Auguft her deed , and facred be her fame ; Before true paffion all thofe views remove , Fame , wealth , and honour ! what are you to Love ? The ...
... light wings , and in a moment flies . Let wealth , let honour , wait the wedded dame , Auguft her deed , and facred be her fame ; Before true paffion all thofe views remove , Fame , wealth , and honour ! what are you to Love ? The ...
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... light ; Thy eyes diffus'd a reconciling ray , And gleams of glory brighten'd all the day . But now no face divine contentment wears , ' Tis all blank sadness , or continual tears . See how the force of others pray'rs I try , ( O pious ...
... light ; Thy eyes diffus'd a reconciling ray , And gleams of glory brighten'd all the day . But now no face divine contentment wears , ' Tis all blank sadness , or continual tears . See how the force of others pray'rs I try , ( O pious ...
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... light the dead , and warm th'unfruitful urn . What scenes appear where'er I turn my view ? The dear Ideas , where I fly , pursue , Rife in the grove , before the altar rife , Stain all my foul , and wanton in my eyes . I waste the Matin ...
... light the dead , and warm th'unfruitful urn . What scenes appear where'er I turn my view ? The dear Ideas , where I fly , pursue , Rife in the grove , before the altar rife , Stain all my foul , and wanton in my eyes . I waste the Matin ...
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... light'nings play ; Eternal fnows the growing mafs fupply , Till the bright mountains prop th'incumbent sky As Atlas fix'd , each hoary pile appears , The gather'd winter of a thousand years . On this foundation Fame's high temple ftands ...
... light'nings play ; Eternal fnows the growing mafs fupply , Till the bright mountains prop th'incumbent sky As Atlas fix'd , each hoary pile appears , The gather'd winter of a thousand years . On this foundation Fame's high temple ftands ...
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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...