The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... appear ; Would you with ivy wreath your flowing hair , 25 Not Bacchus ' felf with Phaon could compare : Yet Phœbus lov'd , and Bacchus felt the flame ; One Daphne warm'd , and one the Cretan dame : Nymphs that in verse no more could ...
... appear ; Would you with ivy wreath your flowing hair , 25 Not Bacchus ' felf with Phaon could compare : Yet Phœbus lov'd , and Bacchus felt the flame ; One Daphne warm'd , and one the Cretan dame : Nymphs that in verse no more could ...
Sivu 11
... least the love you will not give . See , while I write , my words are loft in tears ; The lefs my fenfe , the more my love appears . 110 Si tam certus eras hinc ire , modeftius îffes , SAPPHO TO PHAON , TO PHAON , 11.
... least the love you will not give . See , while I write , my words are loft in tears ; The lefs my fenfe , the more my love appears . 110 Si tam certus eras hinc ire , modeftius îffes , SAPPHO TO PHAON , TO PHAON , 11.
Sivu 14
... fed omnia fiunt , Et juvat , et fine te non libet effe mihi . At cum fe Titan oftendit , et omnia fecum ; Tam cito me fomnos deftituiffe queror . 135 My scornful brother with a smile appears , Infults 14 SAP PHO PHAON I.
... fed omnia fiunt , Et juvat , et fine te non libet effe mihi . At cum fe Titan oftendit , et omnia fecum ; Tam cito me fomnos deftituiffe queror . 135 My scornful brother with a smile appears , Infults 14 SAP PHO PHAON I.
Sivu 15
Alexander Pope. 135 My scornful brother with a smile appears , Infults my woes , and triumphs in my tears , His hated image ever haunts my eyes , And why this grief ? thy daughter lives , he cries . Stung with my love and furious with ...
Alexander Pope. 135 My scornful brother with a smile appears , Infults my woes , and triumphs in my tears , His hated image ever haunts my eyes , And why this grief ? thy daughter lives , he cries . Stung with my love and furious with ...
Sivu 17
... appear to mourn , And birds defer their fongs till thy return : Night shades the groves , and all in filence lie , 175 All but the mournful Philomel and I : With mournful Philomel I join my strain , Of Tereus fhe , of Phaon I complain ...
... appear to mourn , And birds defer their fongs till thy return : Night shades the groves , and all in filence lie , 175 All but the mournful Philomel and I : With mournful Philomel I join my strain , Of Tereus fhe , of Phaon I complain ...
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Sivu 30 - 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 28 - And Saints with wonder heard the vows I made, Yet then, to those dread altars as I drew...
Sivu 30 - 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 59 - The figur'd games of Greece the column grace, Neptune and Jove survey the rapid race. The youths hang o'er their chariots as they run ; The fiery steeds seem starting from the stone ; The champions in distorted postures threat ; 220 And all appear'd irregularly great. Here happy Horace tun'd th...
Sivu 35 - 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 25 - 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 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...
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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!
Sivu 27 - Oh! happy state! when souls each other draw, When love is liberty, and nature law...