The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... thro ' ripen'd corn By driving winds the spreading flames are born ! Phaon to Ætna's fcorching fields retires , While I confume with more than Ætna's fires ! foul a charm in mufic finds ; No more my Mufic has charms alone for peaceful ...
... thro ' ripen'd corn By driving winds the spreading flames are born ! Phaon to Ætna's fcorching fields retires , While I confume with more than Ætna's fires ! foul a charm in mufic finds ; No more my Mufic has charms alone for peaceful ...
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... Thro ' lonely plains , and thro ' the filent grove , 160 As if the filent grove , and lonely plains , That knew my pleafures , could relieve my pains . I view the Grotto , once the scene of love , The rocks around , the hanging roofs ...
... Thro ' lonely plains , and thro ' the filent grove , 160 As if the filent grove , and lonely plains , That knew my pleafures , could relieve my pains . I view the Grotto , once the scene of love , The rocks around , the hanging roofs ...
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... thro ' a fad variety of woe : Now warm in love , now with'ring in my bloom , Loft in a convent's folitary gloom ! There ftern Religion quench'd th'unwilling flame , There dy'd the beft of paffions , Love and Fame . 40 Yet write , oh ...
... thro ' a fad variety of woe : Now warm in love , now with'ring in my bloom , Loft in a convent's folitary gloom ! There ftern Religion quench'd th'unwilling flame , There dy'd the beft of paffions , Love and Fame . 40 Yet write , oh ...
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... thro ' the paths of 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 ...
... thro ' the paths of 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 ...
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... Thro ' dreary waftes , and weep each other's woe , Where round some mould'ring tow'r pale ivy creeps , And low - brow'd rocks hang nodding o'er the deeps . Sudden you mount , you beckon from the fkies ; 34 ELOISA TO ABELARD .
... Thro ' dreary waftes , and weep each other's woe , Where round some mould'ring tow'r pale ivy creeps , And low - brow'd rocks hang nodding o'er the deeps . Sudden you mount , you beckon from the fkies ; 34 ELOISA TO ABELARD .
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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?
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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...