The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... . Poftquam fe dolor invenit ; nec pectora plangi , Nec puduit fciffis exululare comis . Non aliter quam fi nati pia mater adempti Portet ad extructos corpus inane rogos 115 Sure ' twas not much to bid one kind 12 SAP PHO PHAONI ,
... . Poftquam fe dolor invenit ; nec pectora plangi , Nec puduit fciffis exululare comis . Non aliter quam fi nati pia mater adempti Portet ad extructos corpus inane rogos 115 Sure ' twas not much to bid one kind 12 SAP PHO PHAONI ,
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Alexander Pope. 115 Sure ' twas not much to bid one kind adieu , ( At least to feign was never hard to you ) Farewell my Lesbian Love , you might have said , Or coldly thus , Farewell , oh Lesbian maid ! No tear did you , no parting kiss ...
Alexander Pope. 115 Sure ' twas not much to bid one kind adieu , ( At least to feign was never hard to you ) Farewell my Lesbian Love , you might have said , Or coldly thus , Farewell , oh Lesbian maid ! No tear did you , no parting kiss ...
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... kind Love , my ûnking limbs fuftain , Spread thy foft wings , and waft me o'er the main , Nor let a lover's death the guiltless flood profane ! On Phœbus ' fhrine my harp I'll then bestow , 221 And this Inscription shall be plac'd below ...
... kind Love , my ûnking limbs fuftain , Spread thy foft wings , and waft me o'er the main , Nor let a lover's death the guiltless flood profane ! On Phœbus ' fhrine my harp I'll then bestow , 221 And this Inscription shall be plac'd below ...
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... kind than they ? Tears still are mine , and those I need not fpare , 45 Love but demands what else were fhed in pray'r ; No happier task these faded eyes pursue ; To read and weep is all they now can do . Then share thy pain , allow ...
... kind than they ? Tears still are mine , and those I need not fpare , 45 Love but demands what else were fhed in pray'r ; No happier task these faded eyes pursue ; To read and weep is all they now can do . Then share thy pain , allow ...
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... kind , ordain A cool fufpenfe from pleasure and from pain ; 250 Thy life a long dead calm of fix'd repose ; No pulfe that riots , and no blood that glows . Still as the fea , ere winds were taught to blow , Or moving fpirit bade the ...
... kind , ordain A cool fufpenfe from pleasure and from pain ; 250 Thy life a long dead calm of fix'd repose ; No pulfe that riots , and no blood that glows . Still as the fea , ere winds were taught to blow , Or moving fpirit bade 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...