The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... move , Once the dear objects of my guilty love ; All other loves are loft in only thine , 15 20 Ah youth ungrateful ... moving lyre , Which Venus tunes , and all her loves infpire ; To me what nature has in charms deny'd , Is well by ...
... move , Once the dear objects of my guilty love ; All other loves are loft in only thine , 15 20 Ah youth ungrateful ... moving lyre , Which Venus tunes , and all her loves infpire ; To me what nature has in charms deny'd , Is well by ...
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... move , Still is there caufe for Sappho ftill to love : So from my birth the Sifters fix'd my doom , And gave to Venus all my life to come ; Or while my Muse in melting notes complains , My yielding heart keeps measure to my strains , By ...
... move , Still is there caufe for Sappho ftill to love : So from my birth the Sifters fix'd my doom , And gave to Venus all my life to come ; Or while my Muse in melting notes complains , My yielding heart keeps measure to my strains , By ...
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... move One favage heart , or teach it how to love ? The winds my pray'rs , my fighs , my numbers bear , The flying winds have lost them all in air ! 245 Oh when , alas ! fhall more aufpicious gales To these fond eyes reftore thy welcome ...
... move One favage heart , or teach it how to love ? The winds my pray'rs , my fighs , my numbers bear , The flying winds have lost them all in air ! 245 Oh when , alas ! fhall more aufpicious gales To these fond eyes reftore thy welcome ...
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... move Too foon they taught me ' twas no fin to love : Back thro ' the paths of pleafing fenfe I ran , Nor with'd an Angel whom I lov'd a Man . 70 Dim and remote the joys of faints I fee ; Nor envy them that heav'n I lofe for thee . 75 ...
... move Too foon they taught me ' twas no fin to love : Back thro ' the paths of pleafing fenfe I ran , Nor with'd an Angel whom I lov'd a Man . 70 Dim and remote the joys of faints I fee ; Nor envy them that heav'n I lofe for thee . 75 ...
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... move , And all those tender names in one , thy love ! 154 The darkfome pines that o'er yon rocks reclin'd Wave high , and murmur to the hollow wind , The wand'ring ftreams that shine between the hills , The grots that echo to the ...
... move , And all those tender names in one , thy love ! 154 The darkfome pines that o'er yon rocks reclin'd Wave high , and murmur to the hollow wind , The wand'ring ftreams that shine between the hills , The grots that echo to 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...