The Works of Alexander Pope: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... less guilty fame , Fair Virtue's filent train : fupreme of these Here ever shines the godlike Socrates : He whom ungrateful Athens could expell , At all times juft , but when he fign'd the Shell : Here his abode the martyr'd Phocion ...
... less guilty fame , Fair Virtue's filent train : fupreme of these Here ever shines the godlike Socrates : He whom ungrateful Athens could expell , At all times juft , but when he fign'd the Shell : Here his abode the martyr'd Phocion ...
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... transferred hither out of the third book of Fame , where it takes up no less than one hundred and twenty verses , be- ginning thus , Geffray , thou wotteft well this , etc. P. As to the fea returning rivers roll , And the 70 TEMPLE THE.
... transferred hither out of the third book of Fame , where it takes up no less than one hundred and twenty verses , be- ginning thus , Geffray , thou wotteft well this , etc. P. As to the fea returning rivers roll , And the 70 TEMPLE THE.
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... less impatience vex'd her am'rous Squire , Wild with delay , and burning with defire . Watch'd as fhe was , yet could he not refrain By fecret writing to disclose his pain : The dame by figns reveal'd her kind intent , Till both were ...
... less impatience vex'd her am'rous Squire , Wild with delay , and burning with defire . Watch'd as fhe was , yet could he not refrain By fecret writing to disclose his pain : The dame by figns reveal'd her kind intent , Till both were ...
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Alexander Pope. my race . Or die the death I dread no less than hell , Sew'd in a fack , and plung'd into a well : Ere I my fame by one lewd act disgrace , Or once renounce the honour of For know , Sir Knight , of gentle blood I came , I ...
Alexander Pope. my race . Or die the death I dread no less than hell , Sew'd in a fack , and plung'd into a well : Ere I my fame by one lewd act disgrace , Or once renounce the honour of For know , Sir Knight , of gentle blood I came , I ...
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... the spacious world around , Yet one good woman is not to be found . Thus fays the King who knew your wickedness , The fon of Sirach teftifies no less . 640 645 So may fome wildfire on your bodies fall G 2 JANUARY AND MAY . 99 .
... the spacious world around , Yet one good woman is not to be found . Thus fays the King who knew your wickedness , The fon of Sirach teftifies no less . 640 645 So may fome wildfire on your bodies fall G 2 JANUARY AND MAY . 99 .
Pasajes populares
Página 28 - Oh! happy state! when souls each other draw, When love is liberty, and nature law...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 26 - No happier task these faded eyes pursue ; To read and weep is all they now can do. Then share thy pain...
Página 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!
Página 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!
Página 71 - As on the smooth expanse of crystal lakes The sinking stone at first a circle makes ; The trembling...
Página 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.
Página 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.