The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... move , Once the dear objects of my guilty love ; All other loves are loft in only thine , Ah youth ungrateful to a ... moving lyre , Which Venus tunes , and all her loves infpire ; To me what nature has in charms deny'd , Is well by ...
... move , Once the dear objects of my guilty love ; All other loves are loft in only thine , Ah youth ungrateful to a ... moving lyre , Which Venus tunes , and all her loves infpire ; To me what nature has in charms deny'd , Is well by ...
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... tender bofom move , Still is there cause for Sappho still to love : So from my birth the Sifters fix'd my doom , And gave to Venus all my life to come ; 90 Sive ita nafcenti legem dixere foreres , Nec data funt SAPPHO TO PHAON .
... tender bofom move , Still is there cause for Sappho still to love : So from my birth the Sifters fix'd my doom , And gave to Venus all my life to come ; 90 Sive ita nafcenti legem dixere foreres , Nec data funt SAPPHO TO PHAON .
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... move One favage heart , or teach it how to love ? 236 240 245 The winds my pray'rs , my sighs , my numbers bear , The flying winds have lost them all in air ! Oh when , alas ! fhall more aufpicious gales To these fond eyes restore thy ...
... move One favage heart , or teach it how to love ? 236 240 245 The winds my pray'rs , my sighs , my numbers bear , The flying winds have lost them all in air ! Oh when , alas ! fhall more aufpicious gales To these fond eyes restore thy ...
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... move ? Too foon they taught me ' twas no fin to love : Back thro ' the paths of pleasing sense I ran , Nor wish'd an Angel whom I lov❜d a Man . NOTES : 70 VER . 66. And truths divine etc. ] He was her Preceptor in Philofophy and ...
... move ? Too foon they taught me ' twas no fin to love : Back thro ' the paths of pleasing sense I ran , Nor wish'd an Angel whom I lov❜d a Man . NOTES : 70 VER . 66. And truths divine etc. ] He was her Preceptor in Philofophy and ...
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... move , And all those tender names in one , thy love ! The darksome pines that o'er yon rocks reclin'd Wave high , and murmur to the hollow wind , The wand'ring ftreams that shine between the hills , The grots that echo to the tinkling ...
... move , And all those tender names in one , thy love ! The darksome pines that o'er yon rocks reclin'd Wave high , and murmur to the hollow wind , The wand'ring ftreams that shine between the hills , The grots that echo to the tinkling ...
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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...