The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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Alexander Pope. ( 3 ) SAP PHO то PHAON . AY , lovely youth , that do'ft my heart command , SAX Can Phaon's eyes forget his Sappho's hand ? Must then her name the wretched writer prove , To thy remembrance loft , as to thy love ? Ask not ...
Alexander Pope. ( 3 ) SAP PHO то PHAON . AY , lovely youth , that do'ft my heart command , SAX Can Phaon's eyes forget his Sappho's hand ? Must then her name the wretched writer prove , To thy remembrance loft , as to thy love ? Ask not ...
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... youth ungrateful to a flame like mine ! 115 20 25 Whom would not all thofe blooming charms furprize , Those heav'nly looks , and dear deluding eyes ? The harp and bow would you like Phoebus bear , A brighter Phoebus Phaon might appear ...
... youth ungrateful to a flame like mine ! 115 20 25 Whom would not all thofe blooming charms furprize , Those heav'nly looks , and dear deluding eyes ? The harp and bow would you like Phoebus bear , A brighter Phoebus Phaon might appear ...
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... youth , yet scarce a tender boy ! O useful time for lovers to employ ! 100 Pride of thy age , and glory of thy race , 105 Come to these arms , and melt in this embrace ! The vows you never will return , receive ; And take at least the ...
... youth , yet scarce a tender boy ! O useful time for lovers to employ ! 100 Pride of thy age , and glory of thy race , 105 Come to these arms , and melt in this embrace ! The vows you never will return , receive ; And take at least the ...
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... youth , ah why To distant feas must tender Sappho fly ? Thy charms than those may far more pow'rful be , And Phoebus ' felf is lefs a God to me . Ah ! can't thou doom me to the rocks and fea , O far more faithlefs and more hard than ...
... youth , ah why To distant feas must tender Sappho fly ? Thy charms than those may far more pow'rful be , And Phoebus ' felf is lefs a God to me . Ah ! can't thou doom me to the rocks and fea , O far more faithlefs and more hard than ...
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... youth , return , and bring along Joy to my foul , and vigour to my fong : Abfent from thee , the Poet's flame expires ; But ah ! how fiercely burn the Lover's fires ? Gods ! can no pray'rs , no fighs , no numbers move One favage heart ...
... youth , return , and bring along Joy to my foul , and vigour to my fong : Abfent from thee , the Poet's flame expires ; But ah ! how fiercely burn the Lover's fires ? Gods ! can no pray'rs , no fighs , no numbers move One favage heart ...
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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...