The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... formam natura negavit ; Ingenio formae damna rependo meae . Sum brevis ; at nomen , quod terras impleat omnes , Eft mihi ; menfuram nominis ipfa fero . 35 40 Soft scenes of folitude no more can please , Love 4 SAPPHO PHAONI .
... formam natura negavit ; Ingenio formae damna rependo meae . Sum brevis ; at nomen , quod terras impleat omnes , Eft mihi ; menfuram nominis ipfa fero . 35 40 Soft scenes of folitude no more can please , Love 4 SAPPHO PHAONI .
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Alexander Pope. Soft scenes of folitude no more can please , Love enters there , and I'm my own disease , No more the Lesbian dames my paffion move , Once the dear objects of my guilty love ... Soft scenes of folitude no more can please, ...
Alexander Pope. Soft scenes of folitude no more can please , Love enters there , and I'm my own disease , No more the Lesbian dames my paffion move , Once the dear objects of my guilty love ... Soft scenes of folitude no more can please, ...
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... Soft as the flumbers of a faint forgiv❜n , And mild as op'ning gleams of promis'd heav'n . Come , Abelard ! for what haft thou to dread ? The torch of Venus burns not for the dead . Nature ftands check'd ; Religion disapproves ; Ev'n ...
... Soft as the flumbers of a faint forgiv❜n , And mild as op'ning gleams of promis'd heav'n . Come , Abelard ! for what haft thou to dread ? The torch of Venus burns not for the dead . Nature ftands check'd ; Religion disapproves ; Ev'n ...
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... soft murmurs tell the trees their pain : The winter's paft ; the clouds and tempest fly ; 525 The fun adorns the fields , and brightens all the fky . Fair without fpot , whofe ev'ry charming part 531 My bofom wounds , and captivates my ...
... soft murmurs tell the trees their pain : The winter's paft ; the clouds and tempest fly ; 525 The fun adorns the fields , and brightens all the fky . Fair without fpot , whofe ev'ry charming part 531 My bofom wounds , and captivates my ...
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... soft fliding to and fro . There oft are heard the notes of Infant Woe , 5 The short thick Sob , loud Scream , and fhriller Squall : How can ye , Mothers , vex your Children fo ? Some play , fome eat , fome cack against the wall , And as ...
... soft fliding to and fro . There oft are heard the notes of Infant Woe , 5 The short thick Sob , loud Scream , and fhriller Squall : How can ye , Mothers , vex your Children fo ? Some play , fome eat , fome cack against the wall , And as ...
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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.
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 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!
Página 29 - ... on earth there be), And once the lot of Abelard and me. Alas, how chang'd ! what...
Página 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?
Página 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.
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 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.
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.
Página 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...