The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... Those heav'nly looks , and dear deluding eyes ? The harp and bow would you like Phoebus bear , A brighter Phoebus Phaon might appear ; Would you with ivy wreath your flowing hair , Not Bacchus ' felf with Phaon could compare : Yet ...
... Those heav'nly looks , and dear deluding eyes ? The harp and bow would you like Phoebus bear , A brighter Phoebus Phaon might appear ; Would you with ivy wreath your flowing hair , Not Bacchus ' felf with Phaon could compare : Yet ...
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... laborem ? Ille mihi cultus unicus auctor abeft . Molle meum levibus cor eft violabile telis ; Et femper caufa eft , cur ego femper amem . 75 80 90 Nor be with all those tempting words abus'd , Those 8 SAPPHO PHAON I.
... laborem ? Ille mihi cultus unicus auctor abeft . Molle meum levibus cor eft violabile telis ; Et femper caufa eft , cur ego femper amem . 75 80 90 Nor be with all those tempting words abus'd , Those 8 SAPPHO PHAON I.
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Alexander Pope. Nor be with all those tempting words abus'd , Those tempting words were all to Sappho us'd . And you that rule Sicilia's happy plains , Have pity , Venus , on your Poet's pains ! Shall fortune ftill in one fad tenor run ...
Alexander Pope. Nor be with all those tempting words abus'd , Those tempting words were all to Sappho us'd . And you that rule Sicilia's happy plains , Have pity , Venus , on your Poet's pains ! Shall fortune ftill in one fad tenor run ...
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... those Aurora Cephalus might scorn , And with fresh blushes paint the conscious morn . For those might Cynthia lengthen Phaon's fleep , And bid Endymion nightly tend his sheep . Venus for those had rapt thee to the skies , But Mars on ...
... those Aurora Cephalus might scorn , And with fresh blushes paint the conscious morn . For those might Cynthia lengthen Phaon's fleep , And bid Endymion nightly tend his sheep . Venus for those had rapt thee to the skies , But Mars on ...
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... those rocks and feas to prove . How much I fear , but ah , how much I love ! I go , ye Nymphs , where furious love inspires ; Let female fears fubmit to female fires . To rocks and seas I fly from Phaon's hate , And hope from feas and ...
... those rocks and feas to prove . How much I fear , but ah , how much I love ! I go , ye Nymphs , where furious love inspires ; Let female fears fubmit to female fires . To rocks and seas I fly from Phaon's hate , And hope from feas and ...
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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...