The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... rolling deep ; " There injur'd lovers leaping from above , " Their flames extinguish , and forget to love . " Deucalion once with hopeless fury burn'd , " In vain he lov'd , relentless Pyrrha scorn'd : " But when from hence he plung'd ...
... rolling deep ; " There injur'd lovers leaping from above , " Their flames extinguish , and forget to love . " Deucalion once with hopeless fury burn'd , " In vain he lov'd , relentless Pyrrha scorn'd : " But when from hence he plung'd ...
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... God and me , Thy voice I seem in ev'ry hymn to hear , With ev'ry bead I drop too foft a tear , 255 260 265 270 When from the cenfer clouds of fragrance roll , And C 2 ELOISA TO ABELARD . 35 Sudden you mount, you beckon from the fkies; ...
... God and me , Thy voice I seem in ev'ry hymn to hear , With ev'ry bead I drop too foft a tear , 255 260 265 270 When from the cenfer clouds of fragrance roll , And C 2 ELOISA TO ABELARD . 35 Sudden you mount, you beckon from the fkies; ...
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... roll , And dawning grace is op'ning on my foul : Come , if thou dar'ft , all charming as thou art ! Oppose thyself to heav'n ; difpute my heart ; Come , with one glance of thofe deluding eyes Blot out each bright Idea of the skies ; 275 ...
... roll , And dawning grace is op'ning on my foul : Come , if thou dar'ft , all charming as thou art ! Oppose thyself to heav'n ; difpute my heart ; Come , with one glance of thofe deluding eyes Blot out each bright Idea of the skies ; 275 ...
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Alexander Pope. See my lips tremble , and my eye - balls roll , Suck my last breath , and catch my flying foul ! Ah no - in facred vestments may'st thou ftand , 325 The hallow'd taper trembling in thy hand , Prefent the Cross before my ...
Alexander Pope. See my lips tremble , and my eye - balls roll , Suck my last breath , and catch my flying foul ! Ah no - in facred vestments may'st thou ftand , 325 The hallow'd taper trembling in thy hand , Prefent the Cross before my ...
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... roll away , And on th'impaffive ice the light'nings play ; Eternal fnows the growing mafs fupply , Till the bright mountains prop th'incumbent sky As Atlas fix'd , each hoary pile appears , The gather'd winter of a thousand years . On ...
... roll away , And on th'impaffive ice the light'nings play ; Eternal fnows the growing mafs fupply , Till the bright mountains prop th'incumbent sky As Atlas fix'd , each hoary pile appears , The gather'd winter of a thousand years . On ...
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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...