The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... Shall fortune ftill in one fad tenor run , And still increase the woes so foon begun ? Inur'd to forrow from my tender years , 70 My parent's afhes drank my early tears : My brother next , neglecting wealth and fame , Ignobly burn'd in ...
... Shall fortune ftill in one fad tenor run , And still increase the woes so foon begun ? Inur'd to forrow from my tender years , 70 My parent's afhes drank my early tears : My brother next , neglecting wealth and fame , Ignobly burn'd in ...
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... shall ring , No more these hands shall touch the trembling ftring : My Phaon's fled , and I those arts resign ( Wretch that I am , to call that Phaon mine ! ) Return , fair youth , return , and bring along Joy to my foul , and vigour to ...
... shall ring , No more these hands shall touch the trembling ftring : My Phaon's fled , and I those arts resign ( Wretch that I am , to call that Phaon mine ! ) Return , fair youth , return , and bring along Joy to my foul , and vigour to ...
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... shall smooth her native main . O launch thy bark , secure of prosp'rous gales ; Cupid for thee shall spread the swelling fails . If you will fly- ( yet ah ! what cause can be , Too cruel youth , that you should fly from me ? ) If not ...
... shall smooth her native main . O launch thy bark , secure of prosp'rous gales ; Cupid for thee shall spread the swelling fails . If you will fly- ( yet ah ! what cause can be , Too cruel youth , that you should fly from me ? ) If not ...
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... shall beat no more ; If ever chance two wand'ring lovers brings To Paraclete's white walls and filver springs , O'er ... shall steal a thought from heav'n , One human tear fhall drop , and be forgiv❜n . And fure if fate fome future bard ...
... shall beat no more ; If ever chance two wand'ring lovers brings To Paraclete's white walls and filver springs , O'er ... shall steal a thought from heav'n , One human tear fhall drop , and be forgiv❜n . And fure if fate fome future bard ...
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... shall your act be crown'd ( 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 ...
... shall your act be crown'd ( 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 ...
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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...