The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... thoughts beyond this last retreat ? Why feels my heart its long - forgotten heat ? Yet , yet I love ! I love ! --- From Abelard it came , And Eloïfa yet must kiss the name . Dear fatal name ! reft ever unreveal'd , Nor pass these lips ...
... thoughts beyond this last retreat ? Why feels my heart its long - forgotten heat ? Yet , yet I love ! I love ! --- From Abelard it came , And Eloïfa yet must kiss the name . Dear fatal name ! reft ever unreveal'd , Nor pass these lips ...
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... thought meets thought , ere from the lips it part , And each warm wish springs mutual from the heart . This fure is blifs ( if bliss on earth there be ) And once the lot of Abelard and me . 100 Alas how chang'd ! what fudden horrors ...
... thought meets thought , ere from the lips it part , And each warm wish springs mutual from the heart . This fure is blifs ( if bliss on earth there be ) And once the lot of Abelard and me . 100 Alas how chang'd ! what fudden horrors ...
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... thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight , Priests , tapers , temples , fwim before my fight : In feas of flame my plunging foul is drown'd , 275 While Altars blaze , and Angels tremble round . While proftrate here in humble grief I ...
... thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight , Priests , tapers , temples , fwim before my fight : In feas of flame my plunging foul is drown'd , 275 While Altars blaze , and Angels tremble round . While proftrate here in humble grief I ...
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... thought from heav'n ; One human tear fhall drop , and be forgiv'n . And fure if fate fome future bard shall join In fad fimilitude of griefs to mine , NOTES . 360 VER . 343. May one kind grave , etc. ] Abelard and Eloïfa were interred ...
... thought from heav'n ; One human tear fhall drop , and be forgiv'n . And fure if fate fome future bard shall join In fad fimilitude of griefs to mine , NOTES . 360 VER . 343. May one kind grave , etc. ] Abelard and Eloïfa were interred ...
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... thoughts my own : yet I could not fuf- fer it to be printed without this acknowledgment . The reader who would compare this with Chaucer , may begin with his third Book of Fame , there being , no- thing in the two firft books that ...
... thoughts my own : yet I could not fuf- fer it to be printed without this acknowledgment . The reader who would compare this with Chaucer , may begin with his third Book of Fame , there being , no- thing in the two firft books that ...
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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...