The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... tears in fadder notes to flow , And tun'd my heart to Elegies of woe . I burn , I burn , as when thro ' ripen'd corn By driving winds the spreading flames are born ! Phaon to Ætna's fcorching fields retires , While I confume with more ...
... tears in fadder notes to flow , And tun'd my heart to Elegies of woe . I burn , I burn , as when thro ' ripen'd corn By driving winds the spreading flames are born ! Phaon to Ætna's fcorching fields retires , While I confume with more ...
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... tears : My brother next , neglecting wealth and 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 ...
... tears : My brother next , neglecting wealth and 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 ...
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... tears ; The lefs my fenfe , the more my love appears . Sure ' twas not much to bid one kind adieu , ( At least to ... tear did you , no parting kiss receive , Nor knew I then how much I was to grieve . No lover's gift your Sappho could ...
... tears ; The lefs my fenfe , the more my love appears . Sure ' twas not much to bid one kind adieu , ( At least to ... tear did you , no parting kiss receive , Nor knew I then how much I was to grieve . No lover's gift your Sappho could ...
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... tear had pow'r to flow , Fix'd in a stupid lethargy of woe : But when its way th'impetuous paffion found , I rend my ... tears , His hated image ever haunts my eyes , And why this grief ? thy daughter lives , he cries . Stung with my ...
... tear had pow'r to flow , Fix'd in a stupid lethargy of woe : But when its way th'impetuous paffion found , I rend my ... tears , His hated image ever haunts my eyes , And why this grief ? thy daughter lives , he cries . Stung with my ...
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... tears the with'ring herbs bedew . For thee the fading trees appear to mourn , And birds defer their fongs till thy return : Night fhades the groves , and all in filence lie , 175 All but the mournful Philomel and I : With mournful ...
... tears the with'ring herbs bedew . For thee the fading trees appear to mourn , And birds defer their fongs till thy return : Night fhades the groves , and all in filence lie , 175 All but the mournful Philomel and I : With mournful ...
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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...