The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... TEMPLE of FAME JANUARY and MAY , from Chaucer The WIFE of BATH , from Chaucer The First Book of STATIUS'S THEBAIS Page 3 25 45 76 107 127 193 The FABLE of DRYOPE , from Ovid's Metamor- phofes VERTUMNUS and POMONA , from Ovid's Meta ...
... TEMPLE of FAME JANUARY and MAY , from Chaucer The WIFE of BATH , from Chaucer The First Book of STATIUS'S THEBAIS Page 3 25 45 76 107 127 193 The FABLE of DRYOPE , from Ovid's Metamor- phofes VERTUMNUS and POMONA , from Ovid's Meta ...
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... temples , swim before my fight : In feas of flame my plunging foul is drown'd , While Altars blaze , and Angels tremble round . While proftrate here in humble grief I lie , Kind , virtuous drops juft gath'ring in my eye , While praying ...
... temples , swim before my fight : In feas of flame my plunging foul is drown'd , While Altars blaze , and Angels tremble round . While proftrate here in humble grief I lie , Kind , virtuous drops juft gath'ring in my eye , While praying ...
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... , were done as early , fome of them at fourteen or fifteen years old ; but having alfo into Miscellanies , we have put them here together to com- plete this Juvenile Volume . P. THE TEMPLE O F FA M E. Written in the ADVERTISEMENT. ...
... , were done as early , fome of them at fourteen or fifteen years old ; but having alfo into Miscellanies , we have put them here together to com- plete this Juvenile Volume . P. THE TEMPLE O F FA M E. Written in the ADVERTISEMENT. ...
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Alexander Pope. THE TEMPLE O F FA M E. Written in the Year MDCC XI . ADVERTISEMENT . TH HE hint of the following piece was.
Alexander Pope. THE TEMPLE O F FA M E. Written in the Year MDCC XI . ADVERTISEMENT . TH HE hint of the following piece was.
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... the Shrine attend , And all degrees before the Goddess bend : - The Poor , the Rich , the Valiant , and the Sage , And boasting Youth , and narrative Old - age Temple of Fame . THE TEM PLE OF FA A M M E. N Plate V ...
... the Shrine attend , And all degrees before the Goddess bend : - The Poor , the Rich , the Valiant , and the Sage , And boasting Youth , and narrative Old - age Temple of Fame . THE TEM PLE OF FA A M M E. N Plate V ...
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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...