The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... rest . 45 50 55 Then with each word , each glance , each motion fir'd , You ftill enjoy'd , and yet you ftill defir'd , ' Till all diffolving in the trance we lay , And in tumultuous raptures dy'd away . The fair Sicilians now thy foul ...
... rest . 45 50 55 Then with each word , each glance , each motion fir'd , You ftill enjoy'd , and yet you ftill defir'd , ' Till all diffolving in the trance we lay , And in tumultuous raptures dy'd away . The fair Sicilians now thy foul ...
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... rest ever unreveal'd , Nor pafs thefe lips in holy filence seal'd : Hide it , my heart , within that close disguise , Where mix'd with God's , his lov'd Idea lies : O write it not my hand the name appears Already written wash it out ...
... rest ever unreveal'd , Nor pafs thefe lips in holy filence seal'd : Hide it , my heart , within that close disguise , Where mix'd with God's , his lov'd Idea lies : O write it not my hand the name appears Already written wash it out ...
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... rest . 100 105 III Canft thou forget that fad , that folemn day , When victims at yon altar's foot we lay ? Canft thou forget what tears that moment fell , When , warm in youth , I bade the world farewell ? As with cold lips I kifs'd ...
... rest . 100 105 III Canft thou forget that fad , that folemn day , When victims at yon altar's foot we lay ? Canft thou forget what tears that moment fell , When , warm in youth , I bade the world farewell ? As with cold lips I kifs'd ...
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... rest . Ah no ! inftruct me other joys to prize , With other beauties charm my partial eyes , Full in my view fet all the bright abode , And make my foul quit Abelard for God . Ah think at least thy flock deferves thy care , Plants of ...
... rest . Ah no ! inftruct me other joys to prize , With other beauties charm my partial eyes , Full in my view fet all the bright abode , And make my foul quit Abelard for God . Ah think at least thy flock deferves thy care , Plants of ...
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... rest ! See in her cell fad Eloïfa spread , Propt on fome tomb , a neighbour of the dead . In each low wind methinks a Spirit calls , And more than Echoes talk along the walls . Here , as I watch'd the dying lamps around , From yonder ...
... rest ! See in her cell fad Eloïfa spread , Propt on fome tomb , a neighbour of the dead . In each low wind methinks a Spirit calls , And more than Echoes talk along the walls . Here , as I watch'd the dying lamps around , From yonder ...
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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...