The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... race , 105 Come to these arms , and melt in this embrace ! The vows you never will return , receive ; And take at least the love you will not give . See , while I write , my words are loft in tears ; The lefs my fenfe , the more my love ...
... race , 105 Come to these arms , and melt in this embrace ! The vows you never will return , receive ; And take at least the love you will not give . See , while I write , my words are loft in tears ; The lefs my fenfe , the more my love ...
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... race ; The walls in venerable order grace : NOTES . 55 . 60 65 70 VER . 65. Four faces had the dome , etc. ] The Temple is defcribed to be fquare , the four fronts with open gates facing the different quarters of the world , as an ...
... race ; The walls in venerable order grace : NOTES . 55 . 60 65 70 VER . 65. Four faces had the dome , etc. ] The Temple is defcribed to be fquare , the four fronts with open gates facing the different quarters of the world , as an ...
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... race Of Egypt's Priests the gilded niches grace , Who measur'd earth , defcrib'd the starry sphères , And trac'd the long records of lunar years . NOTES . 105 VER . 96. And the great founder of the Perfian name : ] Cyrus was the ...
... race Of Egypt's Priests the gilded niches grace , Who measur'd earth , defcrib'd the starry sphères , And trac'd the long records of lunar years . NOTES . 105 VER . 96. And the great founder of the Perfian name : ] Cyrus was the ...
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... race . The youths hang o'er their chariots as they run ; The fiery steeds feem ftarting from the stone ; The ... races he celebrated in the Grecian games . The fwans are emblems of Poetry , their foaring pofture intimates the fublimity ...
... race . The youths hang o'er their chariots as they run ; The fiery steeds feem ftarting from the stone ; The ... races he celebrated in the Grecian games . The fwans are emblems of Poetry , their foaring pofture intimates the fublimity ...
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... race withdrew , nor dar'd To touch the Mufes future bard ; But Cytherea's gentle dove Myrtles and Bays around me fpread ,. And crown'd your infant Poet's head , Sacred to Music and to Love , P. His piercing eyes , erect , appear to view ...
... race withdrew , nor dar'd To touch the Mufes future bard ; But Cytherea's gentle dove Myrtles and Bays around me fpread ,. And crown'd your infant Poet's head , Sacred to Music and to Love , P. His piercing eyes , erect , appear to view ...
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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...