The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... trees are crown'd with bloffoms white as fnow , The vital fap then rising from below : Old as I am , my lufty limbs appear 135 Like winter greens , that flourish all the year . Now , Sirs , you know to what I stand inclin'd , Let ev'ry ...
... trees are crown'd with bloffoms white as fnow , The vital fap then rising from below : Old as I am , my lufty limbs appear 135 Like winter greens , that flourish all the year . Now , Sirs , you know to what I stand inclin'd , Let ev'ry ...
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... trees their pain : The winter's paft ; the clouds and tempest fly ; 525 The fun adorns the fields , and brightens all the fky . Fair without fpot , whofe ev'ry charming part 531 My bofom wounds , and captivates my heart ; Come , and in ...
... trees their pain : The winter's paft ; the clouds and tempest fly ; 525 The fun adorns the fields , and brightens all the fky . Fair without fpot , whofe ev'ry charming part 531 My bofom wounds , and captivates my heart ; Come , and in ...
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... tree planted nigh : ' Twas charg'd with fruit that made a goodly show , And hung with dangling pears was ev'ry bough . Thither th❜obfequious Squire addrefs'd his pace , 605 And climbing , in the summit took his place ; The Knight and ...
... tree planted nigh : ' Twas charg'd with fruit that made a goodly show , And hung with dangling pears was ev'ry bough . Thither th❜obfequious Squire addrefs'd his pace , 605 And climbing , in the summit took his place ; The Knight and ...
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... tree , And well this honourable Knight you fee : But fince he's blind and old ( a helpless cafe ) His Squire fhall cuckold him before your face . Now by my own dread majefty I fwear , And by this aweful sceptre which I bear , No impious ...
... tree , And well this honourable Knight you fee : But fince he's blind and old ( a helpless cafe ) His Squire fhall cuckold him before your face . Now by my own dread majefty I fwear , And by this aweful sceptre which I bear , No impious ...
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... tree grew ; The longing dame look'd up , and spy'd her Love Full fairly perch'd among the boughs above . She stopp'd , and fighing : Oh good Gods , fhe cry'd , What pangs , what fudden fhoots diftend my fide ? O for that tempting fruit ...
... tree grew ; The longing dame look'd up , and spy'd her Love Full fairly perch'd among the boughs above . She stopp'd , and fighing : Oh good Gods , fhe cry'd , What pangs , what fudden fhoots diftend my fide ? O for that tempting fruit ...
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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...