The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... bright abode , And make my foul quit Abelard for God . Ah think at least thy flock deferves thy care , Plants of thy hand , and children of thy pray'r . From the falfe world in early youth they fled , I 125 130 By thee to mountains ...
... bright abode , And make my foul quit Abelard for God . Ah think at least thy flock deferves thy care , Plants of thy hand , and children of thy pray'r . From the falfe world in early youth they fled , I 125 130 By thee to mountains ...
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... bright Idea of the skies ; 275 280 Take back that grace , thofe forrows , and thofe tears ; Take back my fruitless penitence and pray'rs ; 286 Snatch me , juft mounting , from the bleft abode ; Affift the fiends , and tear me from my ...
... bright Idea of the skies ; 275 280 Take back that grace , thofe forrows , and thofe tears ; Take back my fruitless penitence and pray'rs ; 286 Snatch me , juft mounting , from the bleft abode ; Affift the fiends , and tear me from my ...
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... Bright clouds descend , and Angels watch thee round , From op'ning skies may ftreaming glories fhine , 341 And Saints embrace thee with a love like mine . May one kind grave unite each hapless name , And graft my love immortal on thy ...
... Bright clouds descend , and Angels watch thee round , From op'ning skies may ftreaming glories fhine , 341 And Saints embrace thee with a love like mine . May one kind grave unite each hapless name , And graft my love immortal on thy ...
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... bright mountains prop th'incumbent sky As Atlas fix'd , each hoary pile appears , The gather'd winter of a thousand years . On this foundation Fame's high temple ftands Stupendous pile ! not rear'd by mortal hands . Whate'er proud Rome ...
... bright mountains prop th'incumbent sky As Atlas fix'd , each hoary pile appears , The gather'd winter of a thousand years . On this foundation Fame's high temple ftands Stupendous pile ! not rear'd by mortal hands . Whate'er proud Rome ...
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... bright , transparent beryl were the walls , The freezes gold , and gold the capitals : As heav'n with stars , the roof with jewels glows , And ever - living lamps depend in rows . NOTES . VER . 127. Druids and Bards etc. ] Thefe were ...
... bright , transparent beryl were the walls , The freezes gold , and gold the capitals : As heav'n with stars , the roof with jewels glows , And ever - living lamps depend in rows . NOTES . VER . 127. Druids and Bards etc. ] Thefe were ...
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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...