The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... ; And take at least the love you will not give . See , while I write , my words are loft in tears ; The lefs my fenfe , the more my love appears . 110 Si tam certus eras hinc ire , modeftius îffes , SAPPHO TO PHAON , TO PHAON , 11.
... ; And take at least the love you will not give . See , while I write , my words are loft in tears ; The lefs my fenfe , the more my love appears . 110 Si tam certus eras hinc ire , modeftius îffes , SAPPHO TO PHAON , TO PHAON , 11.
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... give , But this , Be mindful of our loves and live . 120 Now by the Nine , those pow'rs ador'd by me , And Love , the God that ever waits on thee , When first I heard ( from whom I hardly knew ) That you were fled , and all my joys with ...
... give , But this , Be mindful of our loves and live . 120 Now by the Nine , those pow'rs ador'd by me , And Love , the God that ever waits on thee , When first I heard ( from whom I hardly knew ) That you were fled , and all my joys with ...
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... gives what abfence takes away , And , drefs'd in all its vifionary charms , Reftores fair deferter to my arms ! my Then ... give , and take : Then fiercer joys , I blufh to mention these , Yet while I blush , confefs how much they please ...
... gives what abfence takes away , And , drefs'd in all its vifionary charms , Reftores fair deferter to my arms ! my Then ... give , and take : Then fiercer joys , I blufh to mention these , Yet while I blush , confefs how much they please ...
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... , oc- cafioned those celebrated letters ( out of which the fol- lowing is partly extracted ) which give fo lively a picture of the ftruggles of grace and nature , virtue and paf- fion . P. Plate IV . Vol . II . facing p.29 .
... , oc- cafioned those celebrated letters ( out of which the fol- lowing is partly extracted ) which give fo lively a picture of the ftruggles of grace and nature , virtue and paf- fion . P. Plate IV . Vol . II . facing p.29 .
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... give me all thy grief . 59 Heav'n first taught letters for fome wretch's aid , Some banish'd lover , or fome captive maid ; Theylive , they speak , they breathe what love infpires , Warm from the foul , and faithful to its fires , The ...
... give me all thy grief . 59 Heav'n first taught letters for fome wretch's aid , Some banish'd lover , or fome captive maid ; Theylive , they speak , they breathe what love infpires , Warm from the foul , and faithful to its fires , The ...
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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...