The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... Jove furvey the rapid race . The youths hang o'er their chariots as they run ; The fiery steeds feem ftarting from the stone ; The champions in diftorted poftures threat And all appear'd irregularly great . Here happy Horace tun'd th ...
... Jove furvey the rapid race . The youths hang o'er their chariots as they run ; The fiery steeds feem ftarting from the stone ; The champions in diftorted poftures threat And all appear'd irregularly great . Here happy Horace tun'd th ...
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... Jove , exalted , his mild influence yields , To glad the glebe , and paint the flow'ry fields , Clear was the day , and Phœbus rifing bright , Had ftreak'd the azure firmament with light ; 619 He pierc'd the glitt'ring clouds with ...
... Jove , exalted , his mild influence yields , To glad the glebe , and paint the flow'ry fields , Clear was the day , and Phœbus rifing bright , Had ftreak'd the azure firmament with light ; 619 He pierc'd the glitt'ring clouds with ...
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... Jove ne'er spoke oracle more true than this , None judge fo wrong as those who think amifs . With that fhe leap'd into her Lord's embrace , 810 With well - diffembled virtue in her face . He hugg'd her close , and kifs'd her o'er and o ...
... Jove ne'er spoke oracle more true than this , None judge fo wrong as those who think amifs . With that fhe leap'd into her Lord's embrace , 810 With well - diffembled virtue in her face . He hugg'd her close , and kifs'd her o'er and o ...
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... Jove . And Thou , great Heir of all thy father's fame , Encrease of glory to the Latian name ! Oh bless thy Rome with an eternal reign , Nor.let defiring worlds entreat in vain . 30 What tho ' the stars contract their heav'nly space ...
... Jove . And Thou , great Heir of all thy father's fame , Encrease of glory to the Latian name ! Oh bless thy Rome with an eternal reign , Nor.let defiring worlds entreat in vain . 30 What tho ' the stars contract their heav'nly space ...
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... horrore canendus . Impia jam merita fcrutatus lumina dextra Merferat aeterna damnatum nocte pudorem Oedipodes , longaque animam fub morte tenebat . Refign to Jove his empire of the skies , And 130 STATII THEBAIDOS LIB . I.
... horrore canendus . Impia jam merita fcrutatus lumina dextra Merferat aeterna damnatum nocte pudorem Oedipodes , longaque animam fub morte tenebat . Refign to Jove his empire of the skies , And 130 STATII THEBAIDOS LIB . I.
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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.
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 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!
Page 29 - ... on earth there be), And once the lot of Abelard and me. Alas, how chang'd ! what...
Page 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?
Page 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.
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 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.
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.
Page 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...