The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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Sivu 7
... thou wilt thy heart refign , But fuch as merit , fuch as equal thine , By none , alas ! by none thou canst be mov'd , Phaon alone by Phaon must be lov'd ! Yet once thy Sappho could thy cares employ , Once in her arms you center'd all ...
... thou wilt thy heart refign , But fuch as merit , fuch as equal thine , By none , alas ! by none thou canst be mov'd , Phaon alone by Phaon must be lov'd ! Yet once thy Sappho could thy cares employ , Once in her arms you center'd all ...
Sivu 13
... Such inconfiftent things are love and shame ! ' Tis thou art all my care and my delight , My daily longing , and my dream by night : 130 135 140 Illic te invenio , quanquam regionibus abfis ; Sed non SAPPHÒ TO PHAON . 13.
... Such inconfiftent things are love and shame ! ' Tis thou art all my care and my delight , My daily longing , and my dream by night : 130 135 140 Illic te invenio , quanquam regionibus abfis ; Sed non SAPPHÒ TO PHAON . 13.
Sivu 19
... thou , kind Love , my finking limbs sustain , Spread thy foft wings , and waft me o'er the main , Nor let a Lover's death the guiltless flood profane ! On Phoebus ' fhrine my harp I'll then beftow , And this Infcription fhall be plac'd ...
... thou , kind Love , my finking limbs sustain , Spread thy foft wings , and waft me o'er the main , Nor let a Lover's death the guiltless flood profane ! On Phoebus ' fhrine my harp I'll then beftow , And this Infcription fhall be plac'd ...
Sivu 20
... ferunt , vellem tua vela referrent . Hoc te , fi faperes , lente , decebat opus . Sive redis , puppique tuae votiva parantur Munera ; quid laceras pectora noftra mora ? 240 225 230 Ah ! canft thou rather fee this tender 20 SAPPHO PHAONI .
... ferunt , vellem tua vela referrent . Hoc te , fi faperes , lente , decebat opus . Sive redis , puppique tuae votiva parantur Munera ; quid laceras pectora noftra mora ? 240 225 230 Ah ! canft thou rather fee this tender 20 SAPPHO PHAONI .
Sivu 21
Alexander Pope. 225 230 Ah ! canft thou rather fee this tender breaft Dash'd on these rocks than to thy bofom preft ? This breast which once , in vain ! you lik'd fo well ; Where the Loves play'd , and where the Mufes dwell . Alas ! the ...
Alexander Pope. 225 230 Ah ! canft thou rather fee this tender breaft Dash'd on these rocks than to thy bofom preft ? This breast which once , in vain ! you lik'd fo well ; Where the Loves play'd , and where the Mufes dwell . Alas ! the ...
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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...