The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... rise , And fwell the pomp of dreadful facrifice , Amid that scene if fome relenting eye Glance on the stone where our cold relicks lie , Devotion's self shall steal a thought from heav'n , One human tear fhall drop , and be forgiv❜n ...
... rise , And fwell the pomp of dreadful facrifice , Amid that scene if fome relenting eye Glance on the stone where our cold relicks lie , Devotion's self shall steal a thought from heav'n , One human tear fhall drop , and be forgiv❜n ...
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... rise , And the huge columns heave into the skies . The Eastern front was glorious to behold , With di'mond flaming , and Barbaric gold . NOTES . VER . 81. There great Alcides etc. ] This figure of Her- cules is drawn with an eye to the ...
... rise , And the huge columns heave into the skies . The Eastern front was glorious to behold , With di'mond flaming , and Barbaric gold . NOTES . VER . 81. There great Alcides etc. ] This figure of Her- cules is drawn with an eye to the ...
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... rise , And airy spectres fkim before their eyes ; Of Talismans and Sigils knew the pow'r , And careful watch'd the Planetary hour . Superior , and alone , Confucius ftood , Who taught that useful science , to be good . But on the South ...
... rise , And airy spectres fkim before their eyes ; Of Talismans and Sigils knew the pow'r , And careful watch'd the Planetary hour . Superior , and alone , Confucius ftood , Who taught that useful science , to be good . But on the South ...
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... rise , Fill the wide earth , and gain upon the skies . At ev'ry breath were balmy odours fhed , Which still grew fweeter as they wider spread ; 315 Lefs fragrant scents th'unfolding rose exhales , Or fpices breathing in Arabian gales ...
... rise , Fill the wide earth , and gain upon the skies . At ev'ry breath were balmy odours fhed , Which still grew fweeter as they wider spread ; 315 Lefs fragrant scents th'unfolding rose exhales , Or fpices breathing in Arabian gales ...
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... rising from below : Old as I am , my lufty limbs appear 135 Like winter greens , that flourish all the year . Now , Sirs , you know to what I stand inclin'd , Let ev'ry friend with freedom speak his mind . He faid ; the reft in diff ...
... rising from below : Old as I am , my lufty limbs appear 135 Like winter greens , that flourish all the year . Now , Sirs , you know to what I stand inclin'd , Let ev'ry friend with freedom speak his mind . He faid ; the reft in diff ...
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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...