The Works of Alexander Pope: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... fame , Ignobly burn'd in a destructive flame : 75 An infant daughter late my griefs increas'd , And all a mother's cares diftract my breaft . Alas , what more could fate itself impose , But thee , the laft and greatest of my woes ? No ...
... fame , Ignobly burn'd in a destructive flame : 75 An infant daughter late my griefs increas'd , And all a mother's cares diftract my breaft . Alas , what more could fate itself impose , But thee , the laft and greatest of my woes ? No ...
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... Fame . 40 Yet write , oh write me all , that I may join Griefs to thy griefs , and echo fighs to thine . Nor foes nor fortune take this pow'r away ; And is my Abelard lefs kind than they ? Tears ftill are mine , and those I need not ...
... Fame . 40 Yet write , oh write me all , that I may join Griefs to thy griefs , and echo fighs to thine . Nor foes nor fortune take this pow'r away ; And is my Abelard lefs kind than they ? Tears ftill are mine , and those I need not ...
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... fame ; Before true paffion all thofe views remove , 75 Fame , wealth , and honour ! what are you to Love ? The jealous God , when we profane his fires , Thofe reftlefs paffions in revenge inspires , And bids them make mistaken mortals ...
... fame ; Before true paffion all thofe views remove , 75 Fame , wealth , and honour ! what are you to Love ? The jealous God , when we profane his fires , Thofe reftlefs paffions in revenge inspires , And bids them make mistaken mortals ...
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... fame fad profpect find , And wake to all the griefs I left behind . For thee the fates , feverely kind , ordain A cool fufpenfe from pleasure and from pain ; Thy life a long dead calm of fix'd repose ; No pulfe that riots , and no blood ...
... fame fad profpect find , And wake to all the griefs I left behind . For thee the fates , feverely kind , ordain A cool fufpenfe from pleasure and from pain ; Thy life a long dead calm of fix'd repose ; No pulfe that riots , and no blood ...
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... 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 Paraclete : he died in the year 1142 , fhe in 1163. P. Then , ages hence ...
... 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 Paraclete : he died in the year 1142 , fhe in 1163. P. Then , ages hence ...
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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.