The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... Must then her name the wretched writer prove , To thy remembrance loft , as to thy love ? Ask not the cause that I new numbers chufe , 5 The Lute neglected , and the Lyric muse ; Love taught my tears in fadder notes to flow , And tun'd ...
... Must then her name the wretched writer prove , To thy remembrance loft , as to thy love ? Ask not the cause that I new numbers chufe , 5 The Lute neglected , and the Lyric muse ; Love taught my tears in fadder notes to flow , And tun'd ...
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... must be lov'd ! Yet once thy Sappho could thy cares employ , Once in her arms you center'd all your joy : No time the dear remembrance can remove , For oh ! how vaft a memory has love ? My mufic , then , you could for ever hear , And ...
... must be lov'd ! Yet once thy Sappho could thy cares employ , Once in her arms you center'd all your joy : No time the dear remembrance can remove , For oh ! how vaft a memory has love ? My mufic , then , you could for ever hear , And ...
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... must tender Sappho fly ? Thy charms than those may far more pow'rful be , And Phœbus ' self is lefs a God to me . Ah ! can'ft thou doom me to the rocks and fea , O far more faithlefs and more hard than they ? Ah ! canft thou rather fee ...
... must tender Sappho fly ? Thy charms than those may far more pow'rful be , And Phœbus ' self is lefs a God to me . Ah ! can'ft thou doom me to the rocks and fea , O far more faithlefs and more hard than they ? Ah ! canft thou rather fee ...
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... If not from Phaon I must hope for ease , Ah let me seek it from the raging feas : To raging feas unpity'd I'll remove , And either cease to live or ceafe to love ! 256 : ELOISA то ABELA R D. ARGUMENT . A BELARD SAPPHOTO PHAON . 25.
... If not from Phaon I must hope for ease , Ah let me seek it from the raging feas : To raging feas unpity'd I'll remove , And either cease to live or ceafe to love ! 256 : ELOISA то ABELA R D. ARGUMENT . A BELARD SAPPHOTO PHAON . 25.
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... must kiss the name . Dear fatal name ! reft ever unreveal'd , Nor pass these lips in holy filence feal'd ; Hide it , my heart , within that close disguise , Where mix'd with God's , his lov'd Idea liest O write it not my hand Already ...
... must kiss the name . Dear fatal name ! reft ever unreveal'd , Nor pass these lips in holy filence feal'd ; Hide it , my heart , within that close disguise , Where mix'd with God's , his lov'd Idea liest O write it not my hand Already ...
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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...
Страница 35 - When from the cenfer clouds of fragrance roll, And fwelling organs lift the rifing foul, One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight, Priefts, tapers, temples, fwim before my fight : In feas of flame my plunging foul is drown'd, 275 While Altars blaze, and Angels tremble round.
Страница 27 - em all: Not Caesar's empress would I deign to prove; No, make me mistress to the man I love; If there be yet another name more free, More fond than mistress, make me that to thee!
Страница 27 - Oh! happy state! when souls each other draw, When love is liberty, and nature law...