The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... trees appear to mourn , And birds defer their fongs till thy return : Night fhades the groves , and all in filence lie , 175 All but the mournful Philomel and I : With mournful Philomel I join my strain , Of Tereus fhe , of Phaon I ...
... trees appear to mourn , And birds defer their fongs till thy return : Night fhades the groves , and all in filence lie , 175 All but the mournful Philomel and I : With mournful Philomel I join my strain , Of Tereus fhe , of Phaon I ...
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... trees , The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze ; No more these scenes my meditation aid , Or lull to reft the visionary maid . But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves , Long - founding ifles , and intermingled graves , Black ...
... trees , The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze ; No more these scenes my meditation aid , Or lull to reft the visionary maid . But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves , Long - founding ifles , and intermingled graves , Black ...
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... trees , and intermingled temples rife ; Now a clear fun the shining scene displays , The tranfient landscape now in clouds decays . O'er the wide Profpect as I gaz'd around , Sudden I heard a wild promifcuous found , Like broken ...
... trees , and intermingled temples rife ; Now a clear fun the shining scene displays , The tranfient landscape now in clouds decays . O'er the wide Profpect as I gaz'd around , Sudden I heard a wild promifcuous found , Like broken ...
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... trees moving to the found Start from their roots , and form a fhade around : Amphion there the loud creating lyre Strikes , and beholds a fudden Thebes aspire ! Citharon's echoes anfwer to his call , And half the mountain rolls into a ...
... trees moving to the found Start from their roots , and form a fhade around : Amphion there the loud creating lyre Strikes , and beholds a fudden Thebes aspire ! Citharon's echoes anfwer to his call , And half the mountain rolls into a ...
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... trees , or fands upon the fhores ; 425 Which ftill unfolded stand , by night , by day , Pervious to winds , and open ev'ry way . As flames by nature to the skies afcend , As weighty bodies to the centre tend , IMITATIONS . That ...
... trees , or fands upon the fhores ; 425 Which ftill unfolded stand , by night , by day , Pervious to winds , and open ev'ry way . As flames by nature to the skies afcend , As weighty bodies to the centre tend , IMITATIONS . That ...
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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...