The Works of Alexander Pope: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... heart command , SAY , Can Phaon's eyes forget his Sappho's hand ? Muft then her name the wretched writer prove , To thy remembrance loft , as to thy love ? Afk not the cause that I new numbers chuse , The Lute neglected , and the Lyric ...
... heart command , SAY , Can Phaon's eyes forget his Sappho's hand ? Muft then her name the wretched writer prove , To thy remembrance loft , as to thy love ? Afk not the cause that I new numbers chuse , The Lute neglected , and the Lyric ...
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... heart refign , But fuch as merit , fuch as equal thine , By none , alas ! by none thou canst be mov'd , Phaon alone by Phaon must be lov❜d ! Yet once thy Sappho could thy cares employ , Once in her arms you center'd all your joy : No ...
... heart refign , But fuch as merit , fuch as equal thine , By none , alas ! by none thou canst be mov'd , Phaon alone by Phaon must be lov❜d ! Yet once thy Sappho could thy cares employ , Once in her arms you center'd all your joy : No ...
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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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... heart , or teach it how to love ? The winds my pray'rs , my fighs , my numbers bear , The flying winds have loft them all in air ! Oh when , alas ! fhall more aufpicious gales To these fond eyes reftore thy welcome fails ? ah why thefe ...
... heart , or teach it how to love ? The winds my pray'rs , my fighs , my numbers bear , The flying winds have loft them all in air ! Oh when , alas ! fhall more aufpicious gales To these fond eyes reftore thy welcome fails ? ah why thefe ...
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... heart its long - forgotten heat ? Yet , yet I love ! -From Abelard it came , And Eloïfa yet muft kifs the name . Dear fatal name ! reft ever unreveal'd , Nor pass these lips in holy filence feal'd : Hide it , my heart , within that ...
... heart its long - forgotten heat ? Yet , yet I love ! -From Abelard it came , And Eloïfa yet muft kifs the name . Dear fatal name ! reft ever unreveal'd , Nor pass these lips in holy filence feal'd : Hide it , my heart , within that ...
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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.