The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... heart command , SAX Can Phaon's eyes forget his Sappho's hand ? Must then her name the wretched writer prove , To thy remembrance loft , as to thy love ? Ask not the cause that I new numbers chuse , The Lute neglected , and the Lyric ...
... heart command , SAX Can Phaon's eyes forget his Sappho's hand ? Must then her name the wretched writer prove , To thy remembrance loft , as to thy love ? Ask not the cause that I new numbers chuse , The Lute neglected , and the Lyric ...
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... 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 all your joy : No ...
... 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 all your joy : No ...
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Alexander Pope. Or , while my Muse in melting notes complains , My yielding heart keeps measure to my strains . By charms like thine which all my foul have won , Who might not - ah ! who would not be undone ? For those Aurora Cephalus ...
Alexander Pope. Or , while my Muse in melting notes complains , My yielding heart keeps measure to my strains . By charms like thine which all my foul have won , Who might not - ah ! who would not be undone ? For those Aurora Cephalus ...
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... heart , or teach it how to love ? 236 240 245 The winds my pray'rs , my sighs , my numbers bear , The flying winds have lost them all in air ! Oh when , alas ! fhall more aufpicious gales To these fond eyes restore thy welcome fails ...
... heart , or teach it how to love ? 236 240 245 The winds my pray'rs , my sighs , my numbers bear , The flying winds have lost them all in air ! Oh when , alas ! fhall more aufpicious gales To these fond eyes restore thy welcome fails ...
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... heart its long - forgotten heat ? Yet , yet I love ! From Abelard it came , And Eloïfa yet muft kifs the name . Dear fatal name ! rest ever unreveal'd , Nor pafs thefe lips in holy filence seal'd : Hide it , my heart , within that close ...
... heart its long - forgotten heat ? Yet , yet I love ! From Abelard it came , And Eloïfa yet muft kifs the name . Dear fatal name ! rest ever unreveal'd , Nor pafs thefe lips in holy filence seal'd : Hide it , my heart , within that close ...
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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...