The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... crimes , I to the world proclaim ; Such inconfiftent things are love and shame ! ' Tis thou art all my care and my delight , My daily longing , and my dream by night : 130 135 140 Illic te invenio , quanquam regionibus abfis ; Sed non ...
... crimes , I to the world proclaim ; Such inconfiftent things are love and shame ! ' Tis thou art all my care and my delight , My daily longing , and my dream by night : 130 135 140 Illic te invenio , quanquam regionibus abfis ; Sed non ...
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... crime was common , common be the pain . I can no more , by fhame , by rage suppress'd , Let tears , and burning blushes speak the rest . 100 105 III Canft thou forget that fad , that folemn day , When victims at yon altar's foot we lay ...
... crime was common , common be the pain . I can no more , by fhame , by rage suppress'd , Let tears , and burning blushes speak the rest . 100 105 III Canft thou forget that fad , that folemn day , When victims at yon altar's foot we lay ...
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... crime , but kindle at the view , Repent old pleafures , and follicit new ; Now turn'd to heav'n , I weep my past offence , Now think of thee , and curfe my innocence . Of all affliction taught a lover yet , ' Tis fure the hardeft ...
... crime , but kindle at the view , Repent old pleafures , and follicit new ; Now turn'd to heav'n , I weep my past offence , Now think of thee , and curfe my innocence . Of all affliction taught a lover yet , ' Tis fure the hardeft ...
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... crime to gaze on me . See from my cheek the tranfient rofes fly ! See the last sparkle languish in my eye ! ' Till ev'ry motion , pulfe , and breath be o'er ; And ev❜n my Abelard be lov'd no morẹ . O Death all - eloquent ! you only ...
... crime to gaze on me . See from my cheek the tranfient rofes fly ! See the last sparkle languish in my eye ! ' Till ev'ry motion , pulfe , and breath be o'er ; And ev❜n my Abelard be lov'd no morẹ . O Death all - eloquent ! you only ...
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... crimes reflect , And learn from thence their ladies to fufpect : my race . 590 Elfe why these needlefs cautions , Sir , to me ? These doubts and fears of female constancy ! This chime still rings in ev'ry lady's ear , The only ftrain a ...
... crimes reflect , And learn from thence their ladies to fufpect : my race . 590 Elfe why these needlefs cautions , Sir , to me ? These doubts and fears of female constancy ! This chime still rings in ev'ry lady's ear , The only ftrain a ...
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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...