The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... other joys to prize , With other beauties charm my partial eyes , Full in my view fet all the bright abode , And make my foul quit Abelard for God . 125 Ah think at least thy flock deferves thy care , 34 ELOISA TO ABELARD .
... other joys to prize , With other beauties charm my partial eyes , Full in my view fet all the bright abode , And make my foul quit Abelard for God . 125 Ah think at least thy flock deferves thy care , 34 ELOISA TO ABELARD .
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... bright idea of the skies ; Take back that grace , thofe forrows , and those tears ; Take back my fruitless penitence and pray'rs ; Snatch me juft mounting , from the bleft abode ;. Affift the fiends , and tear me from my God ! No , fly ...
... bright idea of the skies ; Take back that grace , thofe forrows , and those tears ; Take back my fruitless penitence and pray'rs ; Snatch me juft mounting , from the bleft abode ;. Affift the fiends , and tear me from my God ! No , fly ...
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... , ( That cause of all my guilt , and all my joy ) In trance extatic may thy pangs be drown'd , Bright clouds defcend , and Angelswatch thee round , From op'ning skies may ftreaming glories shine , And Saints ELOIS ACTO ABELARD 43.
... , ( That cause of all my guilt , and all my joy ) In trance extatic may thy pangs be drown'd , Bright clouds defcend , and Angelswatch thee round , From op'ning skies may ftreaming glories shine , And Saints ELOIS ACTO ABELARD 43.
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... bright mountains prop th ' incumbent sky ; As Atlas fix'd , each hoary pile appears , 55 The gather'd winter of a thousand years . On this foundation Fame's high temple ftands ; Stupendous pile ! not rear'd by mortal hands . Whate'er ...
... bright mountains prop th ' incumbent sky ; As Atlas fix'd , each hoary pile appears , 55 The gather'd winter of a thousand years . On this foundation Fame's high temple ftands ; Stupendous pile ! not rear'd by mortal hands . Whate'er ...
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... bright , transparent beryl were the walls , The freezes gold , and gold the capitals : As heav'n with stars , the roof with jewels glows , And ever - living lamps depend in rows . Full in the paffage of each spacious gate , 145 The fage ...
... bright , transparent beryl were the walls , The freezes gold , and gold the capitals : As heav'n with stars , the roof with jewels glows , And ever - living lamps depend in rows . Full in the paffage of each spacious gate , 145 The fage ...
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Страница 33 - The phantom flies me, as unkind as you. I call aloud; it hears not what I say; I stretch my empty arms; it glides away: To dream once more I close my willing eyes; Ye soft illusions, dear deceits, arise! 240 Alas no more!— methinks we wandring go Thro...
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