The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... wretched writer prove , To thy remembrance loft , as to thy love ? Ask not the cause that I new numbers chufe , 5 The Lute neglected , and the Lyric muse ; Love taught my tears in fadder notes to flow , And tun'd my heart to Elegies of ...
... wretched writer prove , To thy remembrance loft , as to thy love ? Ask not the cause that I new numbers chufe , 5 The Lute neglected , and the Lyric muse ; Love taught my tears in fadder notes to flow , And tun'd my heart to Elegies of ...
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... wretched weight , nor dread the deeps below ! She spoke , and vanish'd with the voice --- I rise , And filent tears fall trickling from my eyes . 200 I go , ye Nymphs ! those rocks and feas to prove ; How much I fear , but ah , how much ...
... wretched weight , nor dread the deeps below ! She spoke , and vanish'd with the voice --- I rise , And filent tears fall trickling from my eyes . 200 I go , ye Nymphs ! those rocks and feas to prove ; How much I fear , but ah , how much ...
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... ( Wretch that I am , to call that Phaon mine ! ) Return , fair youth , return , and bring along Joy to my foul , and vigour to my song : Absent from thee , the Poet's flame expires ; 240 But ah ! how fiercely burn the Lover's fires ? Gods ...
... ( Wretch that I am , to call that Phaon mine ! ) Return , fair youth , return , and bring along Joy to my foul , and vigour to my song : Absent from thee , the Poet's flame expires ; 240 But ah ! how fiercely burn the Lover's fires ? Gods ...
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... Plate IV . Vol . II . facing p.29 . S.Wale inv : et del : J.S.Müller Sci Ah Wretch believ'd the Spouse of God in vain , Confess'd within the Slave of Love and Man ... El : to ab : ELOISA ΤΟ ABELARD . I N these deep folitudes and.
... Plate IV . Vol . II . facing p.29 . S.Wale inv : et del : J.S.Müller Sci Ah Wretch believ'd the Spouse of God in vain , Confess'd within the Slave of Love and Man ... El : to ab : ELOISA ΤΟ ABELARD . I N these deep folitudes and.
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... 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 virgin's with without her fears impart , 55 Excuse the blush ...
... 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 virgin's with without her fears impart , 55 Excuse the blush ...
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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...