The Works of Alexander Pope: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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Sivu 31
... 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 ; No more these scenes my meditation aid , Or lull to reft the vifionary maid ...
... 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 ; No more these scenes my meditation aid , Or lull to reft the vifionary maid ...
Sivu 129
... shine ; Tho ' Jove himself no less content would be , Το part his throne and fhare his heav'n with thee ; Yet stay , great Cæfar ! and vouchsafe to reign O'er the wide earth , and o'er the watry main ; VOL . II . I 40 47 55 Tempus erit ...
... shine ; Tho ' Jove himself no less content would be , Το part his throne and fhare his heav'n with thee ; Yet stay , great Cæfar ! and vouchsafe to reign O'er the wide earth , and o'er the watry main ; VOL . II . I 40 47 55 Tempus erit ...
Sivu 143
... shine , 205 Blaze on the brims , and sparkle in the wine - Say , wretched rivals ! what provokes your rage ? 210 Say , to what end your impious arms engage ? Not all bright Phoebus views in early morn , Or when his ev❜ning beams the ...
... shine , 205 Blaze on the brims , and sparkle in the wine - Say , wretched rivals ! what provokes your rage ? 210 Say , to what end your impious arms engage ? Not all bright Phoebus views in early morn , Or when his ev❜ning beams the ...
Sivu 189
... shine more faintly at approaching day ; Now pour the wine ; and in your tuneful lays Once more refound the great Apollo's praife . T 825 Oh father Phœbus ! whether Lycia's coaft And snowy mountains , thy bright presence boast ; Whether ...
... shine more faintly at approaching day ; Now pour the wine ; and in your tuneful lays Once more refound the great Apollo's praife . T 825 Oh father Phœbus ! whether Lycia's coaft And snowy mountains , thy bright presence boast ; Whether ...
Sivu 191
... shine Whether the style of Titan please thee more , Whose purple rays th'Achæmenes adore ; Or great Ofiris , who firft taught the swain In Pharian fields to fow the golden grain ; Or Mitra , to whose beams the Perfian bows , And pays ...
... shine Whether the style of Titan please thee more , Whose purple rays th'Achæmenes adore ; Or great Ofiris , who firft taught the swain In Pharian fields to fow the golden grain ; Or Mitra , to whose beams the Perfian bows , And pays ...
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Sivu 28 - Oh! happy state! when souls each other draw, When love is liberty, and nature law...
Sivu 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.
Sivu 31 - The darksome pines that o'er yon rocks reclin'd Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wand'ring 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 ; No more these scenes my meditation aid, Or lull to rest the visionary maid.
Sivu 38 - And smooth my passage to the realms of day; See my lips tremble, and my eyeballs roll, Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul! Ah no — in sacred vestments may'st thou stand, The hallow'd taper trembling in thy hand, Present the Cross before my lifted eye, Teach me at once, and learn of me to die.
Sivu 26 - No happier task these faded eyes pursue ; To read and weep is all they now can do. Then share thy pain...
Sivu 38 - Present the Cross before my lifted eye, Teach me at once, and learn of me to die. Ah then, thy once-lov'd Eloisa see!
Sivu 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!
Sivu 71 - As on the smooth expanse of crystal lakes The sinking stone at first a circle makes ; The trembling...
Sivu 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. Ah think at least thy flock deserves thy care, Plants of thy hand, and children of thy pray'r.
Sivu 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.