The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... plus Alcaeus , confors patriaeque lyraeque , Laudis habet , quamvis grandius ille fonet . Si mihi difficilis formam natura negavit ; Ingenio formae damna rependo meae . 35 Soft scenes of folitude no more can please , Love 4 SAP PHO PHAONI .
... plus Alcaeus , confors patriaeque lyraeque , Laudis habet , quamvis grandius ille fonet . Si mihi difficilis formam natura negavit ; Ingenio formae damna rependo meae . 35 Soft scenes of folitude no more can please , Love 4 SAP PHO PHAONI .
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Alexander Pope. Soft scenes of folitude no more can please , Love enters there , and I'm my own difeafe . No more the Lesbian dames my paffion move , Once the dear objects of my guilty love ; All other loves are loft in only thine , 15 ...
Alexander Pope. Soft scenes of folitude no more can please , Love enters there , and I'm my own difeafe . No more the Lesbian dames my paffion move , Once the dear objects of my guilty love ; All other loves are loft in only thine , 15 ...
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... Soft as the flumbers of a faint forgiv'n , And mild as op'ning gleams of promis'd heav'n . Come , Abelard ! for what haft thou to dread ? The torch of Venus burns not for the dead . Nature ftands check'd ; Religion difapproves ; Ev'n ...
... Soft as the flumbers of a faint forgiv'n , And mild as op'ning gleams of promis'd heav'n . Come , Abelard ! for what haft thou to dread ? The torch of Venus burns not for the dead . Nature ftands check'd ; Religion difapproves ; Ev'n ...
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... soft infectious fire . Ye fair draw near , let May's example move Your gentle minds to pity those who love ! 435 Had fome fierce tyrant in her ftead been found , The poor adorer fure had hang'd , or drown'd : But fhe , your fex's ...
... soft infectious fire . Ye fair draw near , let May's example move Your gentle minds to pity those who love ! 435 Had fome fierce tyrant in her ftead been found , The poor adorer fure had hang'd , or drown'd : But fhe , your fex's ...
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... beholds the grace Of charming features , and a youthful face ! 121 In her soft breast confenting paffions move , And the warm maid confefs'd a mutual love . IMITATIONS O F ENGLISH POETS . Done by the AUTHOR VERTUMNUS AND POMONA . 249.
... beholds the grace Of charming features , and a youthful face ! 121 In her soft breast confenting paffions move , And the warm maid confefs'd a mutual love . IMITATIONS O F ENGLISH POETS . Done by the AUTHOR VERTUMNUS AND POMONA . 249.
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Page 30 - 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 28 - And Saints with wonder heard the vows I made, Yet then, to those dread altars as I drew...
Page 30 - 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 59 - The figur'd games of Greece the column grace, Neptune and Jove survey the rapid race. The youths hang o'er their chariots as they run ; The fiery steeds seem starting from the stone ; The champions in distorted postures threat ; 220 And all appear'd irregularly great. Here happy Horace tun'd th...
Page 35 - 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 25 - 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 33 - The phantom flies me, as unkind as you. I call aloud; it hears not what I say; I stretch my empty arms; it glides away: To dream once more I close my willing eyes; Ye soft illusions, dear deceits, arise! 240 Alas no more!— methinks we wandring go Thro...
Page 35 - When from the cenfer clouds of fragrance roll, And fwelling organs lift the rifing foul, One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight, Priefts, tapers, temples, fwim before my fight : In feas of flame my plunging foul is drown'd, 275 While Altars blaze, and Angels tremble round.
Page 27 - em all: Not Caesar's empress would I deign to prove; No, make me mistress to the man I love; If there be yet another name more free, More fond than mistress, make me that to thee!
Page 27 - Oh! happy state! when souls each other draw, When love is liberty, and nature law...