The Works of Alexander Pope: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... notes to flow , And tun'd my heart to Elegies of woe . I burn , I burn , as when thro ' ripen'd corn By driving winds the spreading flames are born ! Phaon to Ætna's fcorching fields retires , While I confume with more than Ætna's fires ...
... notes to flow , And tun'd my heart to Elegies of woe . I burn , I burn , as when thro ' ripen'd corn By driving winds the spreading flames are born ! Phaon to Ætna's fcorching fields retires , While I confume with more than Ætna's fires ...
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... lacrymas , non ofcula fumma tulisti ; Denique non timui , quod dolitura fui . Nil de te mecum eft , nifi tantum injuria : nec tu , Admoneat quod te , pignus amantis habes . 110 Or , while my Muse in melting notes complains , SAPPHO PHAONL.
... lacrymas , non ofcula fumma tulisti ; Denique non timui , quod dolitura fui . Nil de te mecum eft , nifi tantum injuria : nec tu , Admoneat quod te , pignus amantis habes . 110 Or , while my Muse in melting notes complains , SAPPHO PHAONL.
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Alexander Pope. Or , while my Muse in melting notes complains , My yielding heart keeps meafure to my strains . By charms like thine which all my foul have won , Who might not ah ! who would not be undone ? For thofe Aurora Cephalus ...
Alexander Pope. Or , while my Muse in melting notes complains , My yielding heart keeps meafure to my strains . By charms like thine which all my foul have won , Who might not ah ! who would not be undone ? For thofe Aurora Cephalus ...
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... of pleasing sense I ran , Nor wifh'd an Angel whom I lov'd a Man . NOTES . 70 VER . 66. And truths divine etc. ] He was her Preceptor in Philofophy and Divinity . P. · Dim and remote the joys of faints I fee ELOISA TO ABELARD . 27.
... of pleasing sense I ran , Nor wifh'd an Angel whom I lov'd a Man . NOTES . 70 VER . 66. And truths divine etc. ] He was her Preceptor in Philofophy and Divinity . P. · Dim and remote the joys of faints I fee ELOISA TO ABELARD . 27.
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... eternal bound ) These mofs - grown domes with fpiry turrets crown'd , NOTES . VER . 133. You rais'd thefe hallow'd walls ; ] He found ed the Monastery . P. Where awful arches make a noon - day night , 30 : ELOISA TO ABELARD .
... eternal bound ) These mofs - grown domes with fpiry turrets crown'd , NOTES . VER . 133. You rais'd thefe hallow'd walls ; ] He found ed the Monastery . P. Where awful arches make a noon - day night , 30 : ELOISA TO ABELARD .
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Página 28 - Oh! happy state! when souls each other draw, When love is liberty, and nature law...
Página 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.
Página 31 - The darksome pines that o'er yon rocks reclin'd Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wand'ring 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 ; No more these scenes my meditation aid, Or lull to rest the visionary maid.
Página 38 - And smooth my passage to the realms of day; See my lips tremble, and my eyeballs roll, Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul! Ah no — in sacred vestments may'st thou stand, The hallow'd taper trembling in thy hand, Present the Cross before my lifted eye, Teach me at once, and learn of me to die.
Página 26 - No happier task these faded eyes pursue ; To read and weep is all they now can do. Then share thy pain...
Página 38 - Present the Cross before my lifted eye, Teach me at once, and learn of me to die. Ah then, thy once-lov'd Eloisa see!
Página 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!
Página 71 - As on the smooth expanse of crystal lakes The sinking stone at first a circle makes ; The trembling...
Página 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. Ah think at least thy flock deserves thy care, Plants of thy hand, and children of thy pray'r.
Página 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.