The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... difficilis formam natura negavit ; Ingenio formae damna rependo meae . Sum brevis ; at nomen , quod terras impleat omnes , Eft mihi ; menfuram nominis ipfa fero . 35 40 Soft scenes of folitude no more can please , Love 4 SAPPHO PHAONI .
... difficilis formam natura negavit ; Ingenio formae damna rependo meae . Sum brevis ; at nomen , quod terras impleat omnes , Eft mihi ; menfuram nominis ipfa fero . 35 40 Soft scenes of folitude no more can please , Love 4 SAPPHO PHAONI .
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Alexander Pope. Soft scenes of folitude no more can please , Love enters there , and I'm my own disease , No more the Lesbian dames my paffion move , Once the dear objects of my guilty love ; All other loves are loft in only ... please, ...
Alexander Pope. Soft scenes of folitude no more can please , Love enters there , and I'm my own disease , No more the Lesbian dames my paffion move , Once the dear objects of my guilty love ; All other loves are loft in only ... please, ...
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... please ! Cupid's 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 ...
... please ! Cupid's 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 ...
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... please . But when , with day , the sweet delusions fly , And all things wake to life and joy , but I , As if once more forfaken , I complain , And close my eyes to dream of you again : Then frantic rife , and like fome Fury rove 150 155 ...
... please . But when , with day , the sweet delusions fly , And all things wake to life and joy , but I , As if once more forfaken , I complain , And close my eyes to dream of you again : Then frantic rife , and like fome Fury rove 150 155 ...
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... please mankind , With ftudies pale , with midnight vigils blind ' ; But thank'd by few , rewarded yet by none ; We here appeal to thy fuperior throne : On wit and learning the just prize bestow , For fame is all we must expect below ...
... please mankind , With ftudies pale , with midnight vigils blind ' ; But thank'd by few , rewarded yet by none ; We here appeal to thy fuperior throne : On wit and learning the just prize bestow , For fame is all we must expect below ...
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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...