The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... must nor fleep in darkness and in death . She faid in air the trembling mufic floats , And on the winds triumphant ( well the notes ; So foft , tho ' high , fo loud , and yet fo clear , Ev'n lift'ning Angels lean'd from heav'n to hear ...
... must nor fleep in darkness and in death . She faid in air the trembling mufic floats , And on the winds triumphant ( well the notes ; So foft , tho ' high , fo loud , and yet fo clear , Ev'n lift'ning Angels lean'd from heav'n to hear ...
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... must resign , ( Unfure the tenure , but how vast the fine ! ) The great man's curfe , without the gains , endure , Be envy'd , wretched , and be flatter'd , poor ; All luckless wits their enemies profeft , And all fuccefsful , jealous ...
... must resign , ( Unfure the tenure , but how vast the fine ! ) The great man's curfe , without the gains , endure , Be envy'd , wretched , and be flatter'd , poor ; All luckless wits their enemies profeft , And all fuccefsful , jealous ...
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... must not be old : 100 There goes a faying , and ' twas fhrewdly faid , Old fish at table , but young flesh in bed . My foul abhors the tasteless , dry embrace Of a ftale virgin with a winter face : 105 In that cold feason Love but ...
... must not be old : 100 There goes a faying , and ' twas fhrewdly faid , Old fish at table , but young flesh in bed . My foul abhors the tasteless , dry embrace Of a ftale virgin with a winter face : 105 In that cold feason Love but ...
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... plainly proves , experience dwells with years ! Yet you purfue fage Solomon's advice , To work by counsel when affairs are nice : VOL . II . F 145 151 But , with the wiseman's leave , I must protest JANUARY AND MAY . 81.
... plainly proves , experience dwells with years ! Yet you purfue fage Solomon's advice , To work by counsel when affairs are nice : VOL . II . F 145 151 But , with the wiseman's leave , I must protest JANUARY AND MAY . 81.
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Alexander Pope. But , with the wiseman's leave , I must protest , So may my foul arrive at ease and reft As ftill I hold your own advice the best . Sir , I have liv'd a Courtier all my days , 155 And study'd men , their manners , and ...
Alexander Pope. But , with the wiseman's leave , I must protest , So may my foul arrive at ease and reft As ftill I hold your own advice the best . Sir , I have liv'd a Courtier all my days , 155 And study'd men , their manners , and ...
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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.
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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...