The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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Sivu 17
... rocks around , the hanging roofs above , That charm'd me more , with native mofs o'ergrown , Than Phrygian marble , or the Parian stone . 166 I find the shades that veil'd our joys before ; But , Phaon gone , those shades delight no ...
... rocks around , the hanging roofs above , That charm'd me more , with native mofs o'ergrown , Than Phrygian marble , or the Parian stone . 166 I find the shades that veil'd our joys before ; But , Phaon gone , those shades delight no ...
Sivu 19
... rocks and feas to prove ; How much I fear , but ah , how much I love ! I go , ye Nymphs , where furious love infpires ; Let female fears fubmit to female fires . To rocks and feas I fly from Phaon's hate , 205 And hope from feas and rocks ...
... rocks and feas to prove ; How much I fear , but ah , how much I love ! I go , ye Nymphs , where furious love infpires ; Let female fears fubmit to female fires . To rocks and feas I fly from Phaon's hate , 205 And hope from feas and rocks ...
Sivu 21
... rocks and fea , O far more faithlefs and more hard than they ? Ah ! canft thou rather fee this tender breaft Dafh'd on these rocks than to thy bofom preft ; 225 This breast which once , in vain ! you lik'd fo well ; Where the Loves play ...
... rocks and fea , O far more faithlefs and more hard than they ? Ah ! canft thou rather fee this tender breaft Dafh'd on these rocks than to thy bofom preft ; 225 This breast which once , in vain ! you lik'd fo well ; Where the Loves play ...
Sivu 30
... rocks ! which holy knees have worn ; Ye grots and caverns fhagg'd with horrid thorn ! 20 Shrines ! where their vigils pale - ey'd virgins keep , And pitying faints , whose statues learn to weep ! Tho ' cold like you , unmov'd and filent ...
... rocks ! which holy knees have worn ; Ye grots and caverns fhagg'd with horrid thorn ! 20 Shrines ! where their vigils pale - ey'd virgins keep , And pitying faints , whose statues learn to weep ! Tho ' cold like you , unmov'd and filent ...
Sivu 36
... rocks reclin'd Wave high , and murmur to the hollow wind , The wand'ring ftreams 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 ...
... rocks reclin'd Wave high , and murmur to the hollow wind , The wand'ring ftreams 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 ...
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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...