The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... notes to flow , And tun'd my heart to Elegies of woe . I burn , I burn , as when thro ' ripen'd corn By driving winds the spreading flames are born . 10 Phaon to Ætna's fcorching fields retires , While I confume with more than Ætna's ...
... notes to flow , And tun'd my heart to Elegies of woe . I burn , I burn , as when thro ' ripen'd corn By driving winds the spreading flames are born . 10 Phaon to Ætna's fcorching fields retires , While I confume with more than Ætna's ...
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... notes complains , My yielding heart keeps measure to my strains , By charms like thine which all my foul have won , Who might not --- ah ! who would not be undone ; For those Aurora Cephalus might icorn , And with fresh blushes paint ...
... notes complains , My yielding heart keeps measure to my strains , By charms like thine which all my foul have won , Who might not --- ah ! who would not be undone ; For those Aurora Cephalus might icorn , And with fresh blushes paint ...
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... NOTES . VER . 66. And truths divine , etc. ] He was her Preceptor in Philofophy and Divinity . VER . 75 . IMITATIONS . Love will not be confin'd by Maifterie : When Maifterie comes the Lord of Love anon Flutters his wings and forthwith ...
... NOTES . VER . 66. And truths divine , etc. ] He was her Preceptor in Philofophy and Divinity . VER . 75 . IMITATIONS . Love will not be confin'd by Maifterie : When Maifterie comes the Lord of Love anon Flutters his wings and forthwith ...
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... rs I try , ( O pious fraud of am'rous charity ! ) NOTES . 145 . 150 VER . 133. You rais'd thefe hallow'd walls ; ] He founded the Monastery . P. But why should I on others pray'rs depend ? Come C 2 ELOISA TO ABELARD . 35.
... rs I try , ( O pious fraud of am'rous charity ! ) NOTES . 145 . 150 VER . 133. You rais'd thefe hallow'd walls ; ] He founded the Monastery . P. But why should I on others pray'rs depend ? Come C 2 ELOISA TO ABELARD . 35.
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... her the spouse prepares the bridal ring , For her white virgins Hymemæals fing , NOTES . 220 VER . 212. Obedient flumbers , etc. ] Taken from Crafhaw . P. To founds of heav'nly harps the dies And melts in 38 ELOISA TO ABELARD .
... her the spouse prepares the bridal ring , For her white virgins Hymemæals fing , NOTES . 220 VER . 212. Obedient flumbers , etc. ] Taken from Crafhaw . P. To founds of heav'nly harps the dies And melts in 38 ELOISA TO ABELARD .
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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.
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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.
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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...