The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... whose statues learn to weep ! Tho ' cold like you , unmov'd and filent grown , I have not yet forgot myself to ftone . All is not Heav'n's while Abelard has part , Still rebel nature holds out half my heart ; Nor pray'rs nor fafts its ...
... whose statues learn to weep ! Tho ' cold like you , unmov'd and filent grown , I have not yet forgot myself to ftone . All is not Heav'n's while Abelard has part , Still rebel nature holds out half my heart ; Nor pray'rs nor fafts its ...
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... whose works were for the moft part Visions , or pieces of imagination , and conftantly de- fcriptive . From thefe , Petrarch and Chaucer frequently borrow the idea of their poems . See the Trionfi of the former , and the Dream , Flower ...
... whose works were for the moft part Visions , or pieces of imagination , and conftantly de- fcriptive . From thefe , Petrarch and Chaucer frequently borrow the idea of their poems . See the Trionfi of the former , and the Dream , Flower ...
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... Whose tow'ring fummit ambient clouds conceal'd . IMITATIONS . VER . II etc. ] Thefe verfes are hinted from the following of Chaucer , Book ii . Tho ' beheld I fields and plains , Now hills , and now mountains , Now valeis , and now ...
... Whose tow'ring fummit ambient clouds conceal'd . IMITATIONS . VER . II etc. ] Thefe verfes are hinted from the following of Chaucer , Book ii . Tho ' beheld I fields and plains , Now hills , and now mountains , Now valeis , and now ...
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... whose ev'ry word Is weigh'd with judgment , and befits a Lord : Your will is mine ; and is ( I will maintain ) Pleafing to God , and should be fo to Man ; At least , your courage all the world must praise , Who dare to wed in your ...
... whose ev'ry word Is weigh'd with judgment , and befits a Lord : Your will is mine ; and is ( I will maintain ) Pleafing to God , and should be fo to Man ; At least , your courage all the world must praise , Who dare to wed in your ...
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... Whose use old Bards describe in luscious rhymes , And Critics learn'd explain to modern times . 380 By this the sheets were spread , the bride undress'd , The room was fprinkled , and the bed was blefs'd . What next enfu'd befeems not ...
... Whose use old Bards describe in luscious rhymes , And Critics learn'd explain to modern times . 380 By this the sheets were spread , the bride undress'd , The room was fprinkled , and the bed was blefs'd . What next enfu'd befeems not ...
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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!
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