The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... , While I confume with more than Ætna's fires ! foul a charm in mufic finds ; No more my Mufic has charms alone for peaceful minds . 10 . Nec me Pyrrhiades Methymniadefve puellae , Nec me Lesbiadum caetera A 2 (3) ...
... , While I confume with more than Ætna's fires ! foul a charm in mufic finds ; No more my Mufic has charms alone for peaceful minds . 10 . Nec me Pyrrhiades Methymniadefve puellae , Nec me Lesbiadum caetera A 2 (3) ...
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... charms furprize , Those heav'nly looks , and dear deluding eyes ? The harp and bow would you like Phoebus bear , A brighter Phoebus Phaon might appear ; Would you with ivy wreath your flowing hair , Not Bacchus ' felf with Phaon could ...
... charms furprize , Those heav'nly looks , and dear deluding eyes ? The harp and bow would you like Phoebus bear , A brighter Phoebus Phaon might appear ; Would you with ivy wreath your flowing hair , Not Bacchus ' felf with Phaon could ...
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... charms thou wilt thy heart refign , But fuch as merit , fuch as equal thine , By none , alas ! by none thou canst be mov'd , Phaon alone by Phaon must be lov'd ! Yet once thy Sappho could thy cares employ , Once in her arms you center'd ...
... charms thou wilt thy heart refign , But fuch as merit , fuch as equal thine , By none , alas ! by none thou canst be mov'd , Phaon alone by Phaon must be lov'd ! Yet once thy Sappho could thy cares employ , Once in her arms you center'd ...
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... charms like thine which all my foul have won , Who might not - ah ! who would not be undone ? For those Aurora Cephalus might scorn , And with fresh blushes paint the conscious morn . For those might Cynthia lengthen Phaon's fleep , And ...
... charms like thine which all my foul have won , Who might not - ah ! who would not be undone ? For those Aurora Cephalus might scorn , And with fresh blushes paint the conscious morn . For those might Cynthia lengthen Phaon's fleep , And ...
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... charms , Reftores my fair deferter to my arms ! Then round your neck in wanton wreaths I twine , Then you , methinks ... charm'd me more , with native mofs o'ergrown , Than Phrygian marble , or the Parian ftone . 166 I find the fhades ...
... charms , Reftores my fair deferter to my arms ! Then round your neck in wanton wreaths I twine , Then you , methinks ... charm'd me more , with native mofs o'ergrown , Than Phrygian marble , or the Parian ftone . 166 I find the fhades ...
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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?
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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...