The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... dear objects of my guilty love ; All other loves are loft in only thine , Ah youth ungrateful to a flame like mine ! 115 20 25 Whom would not all thofe blooming charms furprize , Those heav'nly looks , and dear deluding eyes ? The harp ...
... dear objects of my guilty love ; All other loves are loft in only thine , Ah youth ungrateful to a flame like mine ! 115 20 25 Whom would not all thofe blooming charms furprize , Those heav'nly looks , and dear deluding eyes ? The harp ...
Sivu 7
... dear remembrance can remove , For oh ! how vaft a memory has love ? My mufic , then , you could for ever hear , And all my words were music to your ear . You stopp'd with kiffes my enchanting tongue , And found my kiffes fweeter than my ...
... dear remembrance can remove , For oh ! how vaft a memory has love ? My mufic , then , you could for ever hear , And all my words were music to your ear . You stopp'd with kiffes my enchanting tongue , And found my kiffes fweeter than my ...
Sivu 25
... Dear fatal name ! rest ever unreveal'd , Nor pafs thefe lips in holy filence seal'd : Hide it , my heart , within that close disguise , Where mix'd with God's , his lov'd Idea lies : O write it not my hand the name appears Already ...
... Dear fatal name ! rest ever unreveal'd , Nor pafs thefe lips in holy filence seal'd : Hide it , my heart , within that close disguise , Where mix'd with God's , his lov'd Idea lies : O write it not my hand the name appears Already ...
Sivu 26
... dear ! Still breath'd in fighs , still usher'd with a tear . I tremble too , where'er my own I find , 30 Some dire misfortune follows close behind . Line after line my gufhing eyes o'erflow , 35 Led thro ' a fad variety of woe : Now ...
... dear ! Still breath'd in fighs , still usher'd with a tear . I tremble too , where'er my own I find , 30 Some dire misfortune follows close behind . Line after line my gufhing eyes o'erflow , 35 Led thro ' a fad variety of woe : Now ...
Sivu 32
... , yet keep the fenfe , And love th'offender , yet deteft th'offence ? How the dear object from the crime remove , Or how distinguish penitence from love ? 4 C 190 Unequal tafk ! a passion to resign , For hearts 32 ELOISA TO ABELARD .
... , yet keep the fenfe , And love th'offender , yet deteft th'offence ? How the dear object from the crime remove , Or how distinguish penitence from love ? 4 C 190 Unequal tafk ! a passion to resign , For hearts 32 ELOISA TO ABELARD .
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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.
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 19 - Phaon's hate, And hope from seas and rocks a milder fate. Ye gentle gales, beneath my body blow, And softly lay me on the waves below!
Sivu 29 - ... on earth there be), And once the lot of Abelard and me. Alas, how chang'd ! what...
Sivu 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?
Sivu 36 - Ah come not, write not, think not once of me, Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee. Thy oaths I quit, thy memory resign, Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine.
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 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.
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.
Sivu 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...