The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... FAME JANUARY and MAY , from Chaucer The WIFE of BATH , from Chaucer The First Book of STATIUS'S THEBAIS Page 3 25 45 76 107 127 193 The FABLE of DRYOPE , from Ovid's Metamor- phofes VERTUMNUS and POMONA , from Ovid's Meta- morphofes ...
... FAME JANUARY and MAY , from Chaucer The WIFE of BATH , from Chaucer The First Book of STATIUS'S THEBAIS Page 3 25 45 76 107 127 193 The FABLE of DRYOPE , from Ovid's Metamor- phofes VERTUMNUS and POMONA , from Ovid's Meta- morphofes ...
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... fame , Ignobly burn'd in a destructive flame : 75 An infant daughter late my griefs increas'd , And all a mother's cares diftract my breaft . Alas , what more could fate itself impose , But thee , the laft and greatest of my woes ? No ...
... fame , Ignobly burn'd in a destructive flame : 75 An infant daughter late my griefs increas'd , And all a mother's cares diftract my breaft . Alas , what more could fate itself impose , But thee , the laft and greatest of my woes ? No ...
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... Fame . 40 Yet write , oh write me all , that I may join Griefs to thy griefs , and echo fighs to thine . Nor foes nor fortune take this pow'r away ; And is my Abelard less kind than they ? Tears ftill are mine , and those I need not ...
... Fame . 40 Yet write , oh write me all , that I may join Griefs to thy griefs , and echo fighs to thine . Nor foes nor fortune take this pow'r away ; And is my Abelard less kind than they ? Tears ftill are mine , and those I need not ...
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... fame ; Before true paffion all thofe views remove , Fame , wealth , and honour ! what are you to Love ? The jealous God , when we profane his fires , Those restless paffions in revenge inspires , And bids them make mistaken mortals ...
... fame ; Before true paffion all thofe views remove , Fame , wealth , and honour ! what are you to Love ? The jealous God , when we profane his fires , Those restless paffions in revenge inspires , And bids them make mistaken mortals ...
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... fame fad prospect find , And wake to all the griefs I left behind . For thee the fates , feverely kind , ordain 245 A cool fufpenfe from pleasure and from pain ; 250 Thy life a long dead calm of fix'd repose ; No pulfe that riots , and ...
... fame fad prospect find , And wake to all the griefs I left behind . For thee the fates , feverely kind , ordain 245 A cool fufpenfe from pleasure and from pain ; 250 Thy life a long dead calm of fix'd repose ; No pulfe that riots , and ...
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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...