The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... joy : No time the dear remembrance can remove , For oh ! how vaft a memory has love ? My mufic , then , you could for ever hear , And all my words were music to your ear . You stopp'd with kiffes my enchanting tongue , And found my ...
... joy : No time the dear remembrance can remove , For oh ! how vaft a memory has love ? My mufic , then , you could for ever hear , And all my words were music to your ear . You stopp'd with kiffes my enchanting tongue , And found my ...
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... joys with you , Like fome fad ftatue , speechless , pale I ftood , 125 Grief chill'd my breast , and stopp'd my freezing blood ; No figh to rife , no tear had pow'r to flow , Fix'd in a stupid lethargy of woe : But when its way th ...
... joys with you , Like fome fad ftatue , speechless , pale I ftood , 125 Grief chill'd my breast , and stopp'd my freezing blood ; No figh to rife , no tear had pow'r to flow , Fix'd in a stupid lethargy of woe : But when its way th ...
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... joys , I blush to mention these , Yet , while I blush , confefs how much they please . But when , with day , the sweet delusions fly , And all things wake to life and joy , but I , As if once more forfaken , I complain , And close my ...
... joys , I blush to mention these , Yet , while I blush , confefs how much they please . But when , with day , the sweet delusions fly , And all things wake to life and joy , but I , As if once more forfaken , I complain , And close my ...
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... Joy to my foul , and vigour to my fong : Abfent from thee , the Poet's flame expires ; But ah ! how fiercely burn the Lover's fires ? Gods ! can no pray'rs , no fighs , no numbers move One favage heart , or teach it how to love ? 236 ...
... Joy to my foul , and vigour to my fong : Abfent from thee , the Poet's flame expires ; But ah ! how fiercely burn the Lover's fires ? Gods ! can no pray'rs , no fighs , no numbers move One favage heart , or teach it how to love ? 236 ...
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... pleasing sense I ran , Nor wish'd an Angel whom I lov❜d a Man . NOTES : 70 VER . 66. And truths divine etc. ] He was her Preceptor in Philofophy and Divinity . P. Dim and remote the joys of faints I fee ; ELOISA TO ABELARD . 2.7.
... pleasing sense I ran , Nor wish'd an Angel whom I lov❜d a Man . NOTES : 70 VER . 66. And truths divine etc. ] He was her Preceptor in Philofophy and Divinity . P. Dim and remote the joys of faints I fee ; ELOISA TO ABELARD . 2.7.
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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...