The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... tell ; 345 350 355 360 The well - fung woes will footh my penfive ghoft ; 365 He best can paint ' em who fhall feel ' em moft . 4 } TRANSLATIONS AND IMITATIONS . ADVERTISEMENT . THE following C. 4 ELOISA TO ABELARD . 39 Then, ages hence ...
... tell ; 345 350 355 360 The well - fung woes will footh my penfive ghoft ; 365 He best can paint ' em who fhall feel ' em moft . 4 } TRANSLATIONS AND IMITATIONS . ADVERTISEMENT . THE following C. 4 ELOISA TO ABELARD . 39 Then, ages hence ...
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... tell us of him , that , being fubject to fits , he perfuaded his followers , that during thofe trances he re- ceived inspirations , from whence he dictated his laws : he is faid to have been the inventor of the Runic characters . P. 130 ...
... tell us of him , that , being fubject to fits , he perfuaded his followers , that during thofe trances he re- ceived inspirations , from whence he dictated his laws : he is faid to have been the inventor of the Runic characters . P. 130 ...
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... him on a pillere stode Of fulphur , like as he were wode , Dan Claudian , fothe for to tell , then That bare up all the fame of hell , etc. P .. 200 Eliza ftretch'd upon the fun'ral pyre , Eneas bending with OF FAME . 57.
... him on a pillere stode Of fulphur , like as he were wode , Dan Claudian , fothe for to tell , then That bare up all the fame of hell , etc. P .. 200 Eliza ftretch'd upon the fun'ral pyre , Eneas bending with OF FAME . 57.
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... tell , Yet , would the world believe us , all were well . The joy let others have , and we the name And what we want in pleasure , grant in fame : The Queen affents , the trumpet rends the skies , And at each blaft a Lady's honour dies ...
... tell , Yet , would the world believe us , all were well . The joy let others have , and we the name And what we want in pleasure , grant in fame : The Queen affents , the trumpet rends the skies , And at each blaft a Lady's honour dies ...
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... tell me what ? And then he told him this ynd that , etc , Thus north and fouth Went every tiding fro mouth to mouth , And that encreafing evermo , As fire is wont to quicken and go From a fparkle fprong amifs , Till all the citee brent ...
... tell me what ? And then he told him this ynd that , etc , Thus north and fouth Went every tiding fro mouth to mouth , And that encreafing evermo , As fire is wont to quicken and go From a fparkle fprong amifs , Till all the citee brent ...
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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...