The Works of Alexander Pope: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... ev'ry ray , Shone fweetly lambent with celestial day . 61 Guiltless I gaz'd ; heav'n liften'd while you fung ; 65 And truths divine came mended from that tongue . From lips like those what precept fail'd to move ? Too foon they taught ...
... ev'ry ray , Shone fweetly lambent with celestial day . 61 Guiltless I gaz'd ; heav'n liften'd while you fung ; 65 And truths divine came mended from that tongue . From lips like those what precept fail'd to move ? Too foon they taught ...
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... ev'ry flow'r , and darkens ev'ry green , 160 165 Deepens the murmur of the falling floods , And breathes ELOISA TO ABELARD . 31.
... ev'ry flow'r , and darkens ev'ry green , 160 165 Deepens the murmur of the falling floods , And breathes ELOISA TO ABELARD . 31.
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... ev'ry fource of love . 230 I hear thee , view thee , gaze o'er all thy charms , And round thy phantom glue my clasping arms . I wake : no more I hear , no more I view , 235 The phantom flies me , as unkind as you . I call aloud ; it ...
... ev'ry fource of love . 230 I hear thee , view thee , gaze o'er all thy charms , And round thy phantom glue my clasping arms . I wake : no more I hear , no more I view , 235 The phantom flies me , as unkind as you . I call aloud ; it ...
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... ev'ry hymn to hear , With ev'ry bead I drop too soft a tear , 245 250 255 260 265 270 When from the cenfer clouds of fragrance roll , And C. 2 ELOISA TO ABELARD . 35 Sudden you mount, you beckon from the fkies; ...
... ev'ry hymn to hear , With ev'ry bead I drop too soft a tear , 245 250 255 260 265 270 When from the cenfer clouds of fragrance roll , And C. 2 ELOISA TO ABELARD . 35 Sudden you mount, you beckon from the fkies; ...
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... Ev'n fuperftition lofes ev'ry fear : 310 315 " For God , not man , abfolves our frailties here . " I come , I come ! prepare your rofeate bow'rs , Celestial palms , and ever - blooming flow'rs . Thither , where finners may have rest , I ...
... Ev'n fuperftition lofes ev'ry fear : 310 315 " For God , not man , abfolves our frailties here . " I come , I come ! prepare your rofeate bow'rs , Celestial palms , and ever - blooming flow'rs . Thither , where finners may have rest , I ...
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Page 28 - Oh! happy state! when souls each other draw, When love is liberty, and nature law...
Page 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.
Page 31 - The darksome pines that o'er yon rocks reclin'd Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wand'ring 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 ; No more these scenes my meditation aid, Or lull to rest the visionary maid.
Page 38 - And smooth my passage to the realms of day; See my lips tremble, and my eyeballs roll, Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul! Ah no — in sacred vestments may'st thou stand, The hallow'd taper trembling in thy hand, Present the Cross before my lifted eye, Teach me at once, and learn of me to die.
Page 26 - No happier task these faded eyes pursue ; To read and weep is all they now can do. Then share thy pain...
Page 38 - Present the Cross before my lifted eye, Teach me at once, and learn of me to die. Ah then, thy once-lov'd Eloisa see!
Page 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!
Page 71 - As on the smooth expanse of crystal lakes The sinking stone at first a circle makes ; The trembling...
Page 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. Ah think at least thy flock deserves thy care, Plants of thy hand, and children of thy pray'r.
Page 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.