The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... winds the spreading flames are born ! Phaon to Ætna's fcorching fields retires , While I confume with more than Ætna's fires ! foul a charm in mufic finds ; No more my Mufic has charms alone for peaceful minds . 10 . Nec me Pyrrhiades ...
... winds the spreading flames are born ! Phaon to Ætna's fcorching fields retires , While I confume with more than Ætna's fires ! foul a charm in mufic finds ; No more my Mufic has charms alone for peaceful minds . 10 . Nec me Pyrrhiades ...
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... wind : For whom should Sappho use fuch arts as these ? He's gone , whom only she defir'd to 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 ...
... wind : For whom should Sappho use fuch arts as these ? He's gone , whom only she defir'd to 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 ...
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... winds my pray'rs , my sighs , my numbers bear , The flying winds have lost them all in air ! Oh when , alas ! fhall more aufpicious gales To these fond eyes restore thy welcome fails ? If you returnah why these long delays ? Poor Sappho ...
... winds my pray'rs , my sighs , my numbers bear , The flying winds have lost them all in air ! Oh when , alas ! fhall more aufpicious gales To these fond eyes restore thy welcome fails ? If you returnah why these long delays ? Poor Sappho ...
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... wind , The wand'ring ftreams 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 ; No more these scenes my meditation aid , Or ...
... wind , The wand'ring ftreams 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 ; No more these scenes my meditation aid , Or ...
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... winds arise . I fhriek , start up , the fame fad prospect find , And wake to all the griefs I left behind . For thee the fates , feverely kind , ordain 245 A cool fufpenfe from pleasure and from pain ; 250 Thy life a long dead calm of ...
... winds arise . I fhriek , start up , the fame fad prospect find , And wake to all the griefs I left behind . For thee the fates , feverely kind , ordain 245 A cool fufpenfe from pleasure and from pain ; 250 Thy life a long dead calm of ...
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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...