The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... said , Or coldly thus , Farewell oh Lesbian maid ! No tear did you , no parting kiss receive , Nor knew I then how much I was to grieve . No lover's gift your Sappho could confer , And wrongs and woes were all you left with her . 110 ...
... said , Or coldly thus , Farewell oh Lesbian maid ! No tear did you , no parting kiss receive , Nor knew I then how much I was to grieve . No lover's gift your Sappho could confer , And wrongs and woes were all you left with her . 110 ...
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... said relief ; Ah , more than share it , give me all thy grief . Heav'n firft taught letters for fome wretch's aid , Some banish'd lover , or fome captive maid ; They live , they speak , they breathe what love inspires , Warm from the ...
... said relief ; Ah , more than share it , give me all thy grief . Heav'n firft taught letters for fome wretch's aid , Some banish'd lover , or fome captive maid ; They live , they speak , they breathe what love inspires , Warm from the ...
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... ( Said Fame ) but high above desert renown'd : Let fuller notes th'applauding world amaze , And the loud clarion labour in your praise . This band difmifs'd , behold another croud Prefer'd the fame request , and lowly bow'd ; IMITATIONS ...
... ( Said Fame ) but high above desert renown'd : Let fuller notes th'applauding world amaze , And the loud clarion labour in your praise . This band difmifs'd , behold another croud Prefer'd the fame request , and lowly bow'd ; IMITATIONS ...
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... said , and die , Yet view the lovely fruit before my eye ? At least , kind Sir , for charity's sweet sake , Vouchfafe the trunk between your arms to take ; Then from your back I might ascend the tree ; Do you but stoop , and leave the ...
... said , and die , Yet view the lovely fruit before my eye ? At least , kind Sir , for charity's sweet sake , Vouchfafe the trunk between your arms to take ; Then from your back I might ascend the tree ; Do you but stoop , and leave the ...
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... said , My mistress and my wife , Do what you lift , the term of all your life : I took to heart the merits of the cause , And flood content to rule by wholesome laws ; Receiv'd the reins of abfolute command , With all the government of ...
... said , My mistress and my wife , Do what you lift , the term of all your life : I took to heart the merits of the cause , And flood content to rule by wholesome laws ; Receiv'd the reins of abfolute command , With all the government of ...
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Страница 30 - With other beauties charm my partial eyes, Full in my view set all the bright abode, And make my soul quit Abelard for God.
Страница 31 - 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.
Страница 19 - Phaon's hate, And hope from seas and rocks a milder fate. Ye gentle gales, beneath my body blow, And softly lay me on the waves below!
Страница 29 - ... on earth there be), And once the lot of Abelard and me. Alas, how chang'd ! what...
Страница 26 - 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?
Страница 36 - Ah come not, write not, think not once of me, 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.
Страница 39 - When this rebellious heart shall beat no more; If ever chance two wand'ring lovers brings To Paraclete's white walls and silver springs, O'er the pale marble shall they join their heads, And drink the falling tears each other sheds, 350 Then sadly say, with mutual pity mov'd, "Oh may we never love as these have lov'd!
Страница 29 - Ev'n thought meets thought, ere from the lips it part, And each warm wish springs mutual from the heart. This sure is bliss (if bliss on earth there be) And once the lot of Abelard and me.
Страница 26 - Nor prayers nor fasts its stubborn pulse restrain, Nor tears for ages taught to flow in vain. Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose, That well-known name awakens all my woes.
Страница 31 - The darksome pines, that o'er yon rocks reclin'd, Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wandering 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...