The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... death the guiltless flood profane ! On Phoebus ' fhrine my harp I'll then beftow , And this Infcription fhall be plac'd below . " Here the who fung , to him that did inspirê , " Sappho to Phoebus confecrates her Lyre ; " What suits with ...
... death the guiltless flood profane ! On Phoebus ' fhrine my harp I'll then beftow , And this Infcription fhall be plac'd below . " Here the who fung , to him that did inspirê , " Sappho to Phoebus confecrates her Lyre ; " What suits with ...
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... death - like filence , and a dread repose : Her gloomy presence faddens all the scene , Shades ev'ry flow'r , and darkens ev'ry green , 160 165 Deepens the murmur of the falling floods , And breathes ELOISA TO ABELARD . 31.
... death - like filence , and a dread repose : Her gloomy presence faddens all the scene , Shades ev'ry flow'r , and darkens ev'ry green , 160 165 Deepens the murmur of the falling floods , And breathes ELOISA TO ABELARD . 31.
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... Death , only death , can break the lasting chain ; And here , ev'n then , fhall my cold duft remain , Here all its frailties , all its flames refign , And wait till ' tis no fin to mix with thine . 175 Ah wretch ! believ'd the spouse of ...
... Death , only death , can break the lasting chain ; And here , ev'n then , fhall my cold duft remain , Here all its frailties , all its flames refign , And wait till ' tis no fin to mix with thine . 175 Ah wretch ! believ'd the spouse of ...
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... Death all - eloquent ! you only prove 330 335 What dust we doat on , when ' tis man we love , Then too , when fate fhall thy fair frame destroy , ( That cause of all my guilt , and all my joy ) In trance extatic may thy pangs be drown'd ...
... Death all - eloquent ! you only prove 330 335 What dust we doat on , when ' tis man we love , Then too , when fate fhall thy fair frame destroy , ( That cause of all my guilt , and all my joy ) In trance extatic may thy pangs be drown'd ...
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... death in the profpect of an after - life , and for the glory of a fong from their bards in praise of their actions . P. IMITATIONS . VER . 132. The wall in luftre etc. ] It fhone lighter than a glass , And made well more than it was ...
... death in the profpect of an after - life , and for the glory of a fong from their bards in praise of their actions . P. IMITATIONS . VER . 132. The wall in luftre etc. ] It fhone lighter than a glass , And made well more than it was ...
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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...