The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: Ed. by the Rev. H. F. CaryD. Appleton & Company, 1867 - 485 pages |
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... THE TRAGEDY OF JANE SHORE SAPPHO TO PHAON , TRANSLATED FROM OVID ELOISA TO ABELARD TRANSLATIONS AND IMITATIONS : THE TEMPLE OF FAME JANUARY AND MAY 85 . 86 87 93 103 · 117 TRANSLATIONS AND IMITATIONS - continued . THE WIFE OF BATH.
... THE TRAGEDY OF JANE SHORE SAPPHO TO PHAON , TRANSLATED FROM OVID ELOISA TO ABELARD TRANSLATIONS AND IMITATIONS : THE TEMPLE OF FAME JANUARY AND MAY 85 . 86 87 93 103 · 117 TRANSLATIONS AND IMITATIONS - continued . THE WIFE OF BATH.
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... SAPPHO TO PHAON . Translated from Ovid . SAY , lovely youth , that dost my heart command , Can Phaon's eyes forget his Sappho's hand ? Must then her name the wretched writer ... SAPPHO TO PHAON . 87 SAPPHO TO PHAON, TRANSLATED FROM OVID.
... SAPPHO TO PHAON . Translated from Ovid . SAY , lovely youth , that dost my heart command , Can Phaon's eyes forget his Sappho's hand ? Must then her name the wretched writer ... SAPPHO TO PHAON . 87 SAPPHO TO PHAON, TRANSLATED FROM OVID.
Page 88
... Sappho's praise . Though great Alcæus more sublimely sings , And strikes with bolder rage the sounding strings , No less renown attends the moving lyre , Which Venus tunes , and all her loves inspire ; To me what nature has in charms ...
... Sappho's praise . Though great Alcæus more sublimely sings , And strikes with bolder rage the sounding strings , No less renown attends the moving lyre , Which Venus tunes , and all her loves inspire ; To me what nature has in charms ...
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... Sappho use such arts as these ? He's gone , whom only she desired to please ! Cupid's light darts my tender bosom move , Still is there cause for Sappho still to love : So from my birth the Sisters fix'd my doom , And gave to Venus all ...
... Sappho use such arts as these ? He's gone , whom only she desired to please ! Cupid's light darts my tender bosom move , Still is there cause for Sappho still to love : So from my birth the Sisters fix'd my doom , And gave to Venus all ...
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... Sappho could confer , And wrongs and woes were all you left with her . No charge I gave you , and no charge could give , But this , Be mindful of our loves , and live . Now by the nine , those powers adored by me , And Love , the god ...
... Sappho could confer , And wrongs and woes were all you left with her . No charge I gave you , and no charge could give , But this , Be mindful of our loves , and live . Now by the nine , those powers adored by me , And Love , the god ...
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Page 53 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence. The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar : When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow ; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Page 224 - That, changed through all, and yet in all the same, Great in the earth as in the ethereal frame, Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees, Lives...
Page 26 - Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem, rise! Exalt thy towery head, and lift thy eyes! See a long race thy spacious courts adorn; See future sons and daughters yet unborn, In crowding ranks, on every side arise Demanding life, impatient for the skies!
Page 464 - Night primeval, and of Chaos old ! Before her, Fancy's gilded clouds decay, And all its varying rainbows die away. Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires, The meteor drops, and in a flash expires. As one by one, at dread Medea's strain, The sickening stars fade off the ethereal plain ; As Argus
Page 46 - First follow nature and your judgment frame By her just standard, which is still the same : Unerring Nature, still divinely bright, One clear, unchanged, and universal light, Life, force, and beauty, must to all impart, At once the source, and end, and test of art. Art from that fund each just supply provides, Works without show, and without pomp presides; In some fair body thus th...
Page 50 - Fired at first sight with what the muse imparts, In fearless youth we tempt the heights of arts, While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind; But more advanced, behold with strange surprise New distant scenes of endless science rise!
Page 82 - And hence th' egregious wizard shall foredoom The fate of Louis, and the fall of Rome. Then cease, bright nymph ! to mourn thy ravished hair, Which adds new glory to the shining sphere! Not all the tresses that fair head can boast, Shall draw such envy as the Lock you lost. For after all the murders of your eye, When, after millions slain, yourself shall die; When those fair suns shall set, as set they must, And all those tresses shall be laid in dust, This lock the Muse shall consecrate to fame,...
Page 230 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen ; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Page 283 - His gardens next your admiration call, On every side you look, behold the wall! No pleasing intricacies intervene, No artful wildness to perplex the scene; Grove nods at grove, each alley has a brother, And half the platform just reflects the other.
Page 277 - Of mimic statesmen, and their merry king. No wit to flatter, left of all his store ! No fool to laugh at, which he valued more. There, victor of his health, of fortune, friends, And fame ; this lord of useless thousands ends.