The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... honour , wait the wedded dame , Auguft her deed , and facred be her fame ; Before true paffion all thofe views remove , Fame , wealth , and honour ! what are you to Love ? The jealous God , when we profane his fires , Those restless ...
... honour , wait the wedded dame , Auguft her deed , and facred be her fame ; Before true paffion all thofe views remove , Fame , wealth , and honour ! what are you to Love ? The jealous God , when we profane his fires , Those restless ...
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... honours claim , Thofe of less noify , and lefs guilty fame , Fair Virtue's filent train : fupreme of these Here ever shines the godlike Socrates ; He whom ungrateful Athens could expell , At all times juft , but when he fign'd the Shell ...
... honours claim , Thofe of less noify , and lefs guilty fame , Fair Virtue's filent train : fupreme of these Here ever shines the godlike Socrates ; He whom ungrateful Athens could expell , At all times juft , but when he fign'd the Shell ...
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... honours , and the fane command . High on the first , the mighty Homer fhone ; Eternal Adamant compos'd his throne ; Father of verfe ! in holy fillets dreft , 180 His filver beard wav'd gently o'er his breaft ; 185 Tho ' blind , a ...
... honours , and the fane command . High on the first , the mighty Homer fhone ; Eternal Adamant compos'd his throne ; Father of verfe ! in holy fillets dreft , 180 His filver beard wav'd gently o'er his breaft ; 185 Tho ' blind , a ...
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... honours crown'd ; Unlike fucceffes equal merits found . IMITATIONS . Againft her time of out flying ; Right fuch a manere murmuring , For all the world it feemed me , Tho gan I look about and fee That there came entring into th ' half ...
... honours crown'd ; Unlike fucceffes equal merits found . IMITATIONS . Againft her time of out flying ; Right fuch a manere murmuring , For all the world it feemed me , Tho gan I look about and fee That there came entring into th ' half ...
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... honour dies . 380 385 390 Pleas'd with the ftrange fuccefs , vaft numbers prest Around the fhrine , and made the fame request : What you ( the cry'd ) unlearn'd in arts to please , Slaves to yourselves , and ev❜n fatigu❜d with ease ...
... honour dies . 380 385 390 Pleas'd with the ftrange fuccefs , vaft numbers prest Around the fhrine , and made the fame request : What you ( the cry'd ) unlearn'd in arts to please , Slaves to yourselves , and ev❜n fatigu❜d with ease ...
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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...