The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... magis perlucidus omni , 180 Fons facer ; hunc multi numen habere putant . Quem fupra ramos expandit aquatica lotos , Una nemus ; tenero cefpite terra viret . Then frantic rife , and like fome Fury rove Thro 16 SAP PHO PHAON Í .
... magis perlucidus omni , 180 Fons facer ; hunc multi numen habere putant . Quem fupra ramos expandit aquatica lotos , Una nemus ; tenero cefpite terra viret . Then frantic rife , and like fome Fury rove Thro 16 SAP PHO PHAON Í .
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Alexander Pope. Then frantic rife , and like fome Fury rove Thro ' lonely plains , and thro ' the filent grove , 160 As if the filent grove , and lonely plains , That knew my pleafures , could relieve my pains . I view the Grotto , once ...
Alexander Pope. Then frantic rife , and like fome Fury rove Thro ' lonely plains , and thro ' the filent grove , 160 As if the filent grove , and lonely plains , That knew my pleafures , could relieve my pains . I view the Grotto , once ...
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... fury burn'd , " In vain he lov'd , relentless Pyrrha fcorn'd ; " But when from hence he plung'd into the main , " Deucalion fcorn'd , and Pyrrha lov'd in vain . Hafte , Sappho , hafte , from high Leucadia throw Thy wretched weight , nor ...
... fury burn'd , " In vain he lov'd , relentless Pyrrha fcorn'd ; " But when from hence he plung'd into the main , " Deucalion fcorn'd , and Pyrrha lov'd in vain . Hafte , Sappho , hafte , from high Leucadia throw Thy wretched weight , nor ...
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... d , and read again , And half the night was thus confum'd in vain ; Provok'd to vengeance , three large leaves I tore , 415 And with one buffet fell'd him on the floor . With that my husband in a fury rofe , And 142 THE WIFE OF BATH .
... d , and read again , And half the night was thus confum'd in vain ; Provok'd to vengeance , three large leaves I tore , 415 And with one buffet fell'd him on the floor . With that my husband in a fury rofe , And 142 THE WIFE OF BATH .
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Alexander Pope. With that my husband in a fury rofe , And down he settled me with hearty blows . I groan'd , and lay extended on my fide ; Oh ! thou haft flain me for my Yet I forgive thee --- wealth ( Icry'd ) 420 take my last embrace ...
Alexander Pope. With that my husband in a fury rofe , And down he settled me with hearty blows . I groan'd , and lay extended on my fide ; Oh ! thou haft flain me for my Yet I forgive thee --- wealth ( Icry'd ) 420 take my last embrace ...
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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...