The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... Must then her name the wretched writer prove , To thy remembrance loft , as to thy love ? Ask not the cause that I new numbers chuse , The Lute neglected , and the Lyric muse ; Love taught my tears in fadder notes to flow , And tun'd my ...
... Must then her name the wretched writer prove , To thy remembrance loft , as to thy love ? Ask not the cause that I new numbers chuse , The Lute neglected , and the Lyric muse ; Love taught my tears in fadder notes to flow , And tun'd my ...
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... must be lov'd ! Yet once thy Sappho could thy cares employ , Once in her arms you center'd all your joy : No time the dear remembrance can remove , For oh ! how vaft a memory has love ? My mufic , then , you could for ever hear , And ...
... must be lov'd ! Yet once thy Sappho could thy cares employ , Once in her arms you center'd all your joy : No time the dear remembrance can remove , For oh ! how vaft a memory has love ? My mufic , then , you could for ever hear , And ...
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... must tender Sappho fly ? Thy charms than those may far more pow'rful be , And Phoebus ' felf is lefs a God to me . Ah ! can't thou doom me to the rocks and fea , O far more faithlefs and more hard than they ? 221 215 At quanto melius ...
... must tender Sappho fly ? Thy charms than those may far more pow'rful be , And Phoebus ' felf is lefs a God to me . Ah ! can't thou doom me to the rocks and fea , O far more faithlefs and more hard than they ? 221 215 At quanto melius ...
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... must behold no more ; Such if there be , who loves fo long , so well ; Let him our fad , our tender ftory tell ; 345 350 355 360 The well - fung woes will footh my penfive ghoft ; 365 He best can paint ' em who fhall feel ' em moft . 4 ...
... must behold no more ; Such if there be , who loves fo long , so well ; Let him our fad , our tender ftory tell ; 345 350 355 360 The well - fung woes will footh my penfive ghoft ; 365 He best can paint ' em who fhall feel ' em moft . 4 ...
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... must expect below . 305 The Goddefs heard , and bade the Mufes raife The golden Trumpet of eternal Praise : i From pole to pole the winds diffuse the found , That fills the circuit of the world around ; Not all at once , as thunder ...
... must expect below . 305 The Goddefs heard , and bade the Mufes raife The golden Trumpet of eternal Praise : i From pole to pole the winds diffuse the found , That fills the circuit of the world around ; Not all at once , as thunder ...
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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...