The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... thoughts beyond this laft retreat ? Why feels my 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 ...
... thoughts beyond this laft retreat ? Why feels my 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 ...
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... thought meets thought , ere from the lips it part , And each warm wifh fprings mutual from the heart . This fure is blifs ( if blifs on earth there be ) And once the lot of Abelard and me . Alas how chang'd ! what fudden horrors rife ...
... thought meets thought , ere from the lips it part , And each warm wifh fprings mutual from the heart . This fure is blifs ( if blifs on earth there be ) And once the lot of Abelard and me . Alas how chang'd ! what fudden horrors rife ...
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... thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight , Priests , tapers , temples , swim before my fight : In feas of flame my plunging foul is drown'd , While Altars blaze , and Angels tremble round . While proftrate here in humble grief I lie ...
... thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight , Priests , tapers , temples , swim before my fight : In feas of flame my plunging foul is drown'd , While Altars blaze , and Angels tremble round . While proftrate here in humble grief I lie ...
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... thought from heav'n , One human tear fhall drop , and be forgiv❜n . And fure if fate fome future bard shall join In fad fimilitude of griefs to mine , Condemn'd whole years in abfence to deplore , And image charms he must behold no ...
... thought from heav'n , One human tear fhall drop , and be forgiv❜n . And fure if fate fome future bard shall join In fad fimilitude of griefs to mine , Condemn'd whole years in abfence to deplore , And image charms he must behold no ...
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... thoughts my own : yet I could not fuffer it to be printed without this acknowledgment . The reader who would compare this with Chaucer , may begin with his third Book of Fame , there being nothing in the two first books that answers to ...
... thoughts my own : yet I could not fuffer it to be printed without this acknowledgment . The reader who would compare this with Chaucer , may begin with his third Book of Fame , there being nothing in the two first books that answers to ...
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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...