The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... 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 reft the visionary maid ...
... 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 reft the visionary maid ...
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... shine ; Tho ' Jove himself no lefs content would be , To part his throne and share his heav'n with thee ; Yet ftay , great Cæfar ! and vouchsafe to reign O'er the wide earth , and o'er the watry main ; VOL . II . I 40 47 Tempus erit ...
... shine ; Tho ' Jove himself no lefs content would be , To part his throne and share his heav'n with thee ; Yet ftay , great Cæfar ! and vouchsafe to reign O'er the wide earth , and o'er the watry main ; VOL . II . I 40 47 Tempus erit ...
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... shine , " Blaze on the brims , and sparkle in the wine- Say , wretched rivals ! what provokes your rage ? 210 Say , to what end your impious arms engage ? Not all bright Phoebus views in early morn , Or when his ev❜ning beams the west ...
... shine , " Blaze on the brims , and sparkle in the wine- Say , wretched rivals ! what provokes your rage ? 210 Say , to what end your impious arms engage ? Not all bright Phoebus views in early morn , Or when his ev❜ning beams the west ...
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... shine more faintly at approaching day ; Now pour the wine ; and in your tuneful lays Once more refound the great Apollo's praife . 825 ; 835 Oh father Phoebus ! whether Lycia's coast And fnowy mountains , thy bright presence boast ...
... shine more faintly at approaching day ; Now pour the wine ; and in your tuneful lays Once more refound the great Apollo's praife . 825 ; 835 Oh father Phoebus ! whether Lycia's coast And fnowy mountains , thy bright presence boast ...
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... shine , And vernal honours to their autumn join ; Exceed their promise in the ripen'd store , Yet in the rifing blossom promise more . There in bright drops the crystal Fountains play , By Laurels fhielded from the piercing day : 10 15 ...
... shine , And vernal honours to their autumn join ; Exceed their promise in the ripen'd store , Yet in the rifing blossom promise more . There in bright drops the crystal Fountains play , By Laurels fhielded from the piercing day : 10 15 ...
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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.
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 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!
Página 29 - ... on earth there be), And once the lot of Abelard and me. Alas, how chang'd ! what...
Página 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?
Página 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.
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 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.
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.
Página 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...