The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... Kind , virtuous drops juft gath'ring in my eye , While praying , trembling , in the duft I roll , And dawning grace is op'ning on my foul : Come , if thou dar'ft , all charming as thou art ! Oppose thyself to heav'n ; difpute my heart ...
... Kind , virtuous drops juft gath'ring in my eye , While praying , trembling , in the duft I roll , And dawning grace is op'ning on my foul : Come , if thou dar'ft , all charming as thou art ! Oppose thyself to heav'n ; difpute my heart ...
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... kind grave unite each hapless name , And graft my love immortal on thy fame ! NOTES . VER.343 . May one kind grave etc. ] Abelard and Eloïfa were interred in the fame grave , or in monuments adjoin- ing , in the Monaftery of the ...
... kind grave unite each hapless name , And graft my love immortal on thy fame ! NOTES . VER.343 . May one kind grave etc. ] Abelard and Eloïfa were interred in the fame grave , or in monuments adjoin- ing , in the Monaftery of the ...
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... . IMITATIONS . VER . 132. The wall in luftre etc. ] It fhone lighter than a glass , And made well more than it was , As kind thing of Fame is . Full in the paffage of each fpacious gate , 145 1D 3 OF FAM - E.- 130 ...
... . IMITATIONS . VER . 132. The wall in luftre etc. ] It fhone lighter than a glass , And made well more than it was , As kind thing of Fame is . Full in the paffage of each fpacious gate , 145 1D 3 OF FAM - E.- 130 ...
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... , A right great 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.
... , A right great 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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... kind husband and a loving wife . These thoughts he fortify'd with reasons still , ( For none want reafons to confirm their will . ) Grave authors fay , and witty poets fing , That honest wedlock is a glorious thing : But depth of ...
... kind husband and a loving wife . These thoughts he fortify'd with reasons still , ( For none want reafons to confirm their will . ) Grave authors fay , and witty poets fing , That honest wedlock is a glorious thing : But depth 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...