The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... reigns ; What means this tumult in a Veftal's veins ? Why rove my thoughts beyond this laft retreat ? Why feels my heart its long - forgotten heat ? Yet , yet I love ! From Abelard it came , And Eloïfa yet muft kifs the name . Dear ...
... reigns ; What means this tumult in a Veftal's veins ? Why rove my thoughts beyond this laft retreat ? Why feels my heart its long - forgotten heat ? Yet , yet I love ! From Abelard it came , And Eloïfa yet muft kifs the name . Dear ...
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... company withal ; And that of fundry regions , Of all kind of conditions- etc. P. VER . 294. Some she difgrac'd , etc. ] And fome of them the granted fone , 295 Thus her blind fifter , fickle Fortune , reigns , 62 THE TEMPLE.
... company withal ; And that of fundry regions , Of all kind of conditions- etc. P. VER . 294. Some she difgrac'd , etc. ] And fome of them the granted fone , 295 Thus her blind fifter , fickle Fortune , reigns , 62 THE TEMPLE.
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Alexander Pope. Thus her blind fifter , fickle Fortune , reigns , And , undifcerning , fcatters crowns and chains . First at the fhrine the Learned world appear , And to the Goddess thus prefer their pray'r . Long have we fought ...
Alexander Pope. Thus her blind fifter , fickle Fortune , reigns , And , undifcerning , fcatters crowns and chains . First at the fhrine the Learned world appear , And to the Goddess thus prefer their pray'r . Long have we fought ...
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... reigns ruin'd , or on friends betray'd ; ' Calm , thinking villains , whom no faith could fix , 410 Of crooked counfels and dark politics ; Of these a gloomy tribe furround the throne , And beg to make th'immortal treasons known . The ...
... reigns ruin'd , or on friends betray'd ; ' Calm , thinking villains , whom no faith could fix , 410 Of crooked counfels and dark politics ; Of these a gloomy tribe furround the throne , And beg to make th'immortal treasons known . The ...
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... mind poffeft , 230 And reign'd the short - liv'd tyrant of his breaft ; While fancy pictur'd ev'ry lively part , And each bright image wander'd o'er his heart . ! Thus , in fome publick Forum fix'd on high 84 JANUARY AND MAY .
... mind poffeft , 230 And reign'd the short - liv'd tyrant of his breaft ; While fancy pictur'd ev'ry lively part , And each bright image wander'd o'er his heart . ! Thus , in fome publick Forum fix'd on high 84 JANUARY AND MAY .
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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...