The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... world proclaim ; Such inconfiftent things are love and shame ! ' Tis thou art all my care and my delight , My daily longing , and my dream by night : 130 135 140 Illic te invenio , quanquam regionibus abfis ; Sed non SAPPHÒ TO PHAON . 13.
... world proclaim ; Such inconfiftent things are love and shame ! ' Tis thou art all my care and my delight , My daily longing , and my dream by night : 130 135 140 Illic te invenio , quanquam regionibus abfis ; Sed non SAPPHÒ TO PHAON . 13.
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... Phaon gone , thofe fhades delight no more . Here the prefs'd herbs with bending tops betray Where oft entwin'd in am'rous folds we lay ; 170 Agnovi preffas noti mihi cefpitis herbas : De noftro curvum SAPPHO TO PHAON . 15.
... Phaon gone , thofe fhades delight no more . Here the prefs'd herbs with bending tops betray Where oft entwin'd in am'rous folds we lay ; 170 Agnovi preffas noti mihi cefpitis herbas : De noftro curvum SAPPHO TO PHAON . 15.
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... delight , and fighs that waft to heav'n . • Grace fhines around her with ferenest beams , 215 And whisp'ring Angels prompt her golden dreams . For her th'unfading rofe of Eden blooms , And wings of Seraphs fhed divine perfumes , P ...
... delight , and fighs that waft to heav'n . • Grace fhines around her with ferenest beams , 215 And whisp'ring Angels prompt her golden dreams . For her th'unfading rofe of Eden blooms , And wings of Seraphs fhed divine perfumes , P ...
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... delight ! Provoking Dæmons all restraint remove , And stir within me 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 ...
... delight ! Provoking Dæmons all restraint remove , And stir within me 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 ...
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... delight the wand'ring eyes : There trees , and intermingled temples rife ; Now a clear fun the shining scene displays , The tranfient landscape now in clouds decays . O'er the wide Profpect as I gaz'd around , Sudden I heard a wild ...
... delight the wand'ring eyes : There trees , and intermingled temples rife ; Now a clear fun the shining scene displays , The tranfient landscape now in clouds decays . O'er the wide Profpect as I gaz'd around , Sudden I heard a wild ...
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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...