The Works of Alexander Pope: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... tell ; 345 350 355 360 The well - fung woes will footh my penfive ghost ; 365 He best can paint ' em who shall feel ' em most . C 4 TRANSLATIONS AND IMITATIONS . ADVERTISEMENT . TH HE following Translations ELOISA TO ABELARD . 39.
... tell ; 345 350 355 360 The well - fung woes will footh my penfive ghost ; 365 He best can paint ' em who shall feel ' em most . C 4 TRANSLATIONS AND IMITATIONS . ADVERTISEMENT . TH HE following Translations ELOISA TO ABELARD . 39.
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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. 139 ...
... 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. 139 ...
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... and Pompee . And next him on a pillere ftode Of fulphur , like as he were wode , Dan Claudian , fothe for to tell , then That bare up all the fame of hell , etc. P. Eliza ftretch'd upon the fun'ral pyre , Æneas bending with OF FAME . 57.
... and Pompee . And next him on a pillere ftode Of fulphur , like as he were wode , Dan Claudian , fothe for to tell , then That bare up all the fame of hell , etc. P. Eliza ftretch'd upon the fun'ral pyre , Æneas 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 fkies , And at each blast 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 fkies , And at each blast a Lady's honour dies ...
Page 72
... 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 encreasing evermo , As fire is wont to quicken and go From a sparkle 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 encreasing evermo , As fire is wont to quicken and go From a sparkle fprong amifs , Till all the citee brent ...
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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.