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Pagina 17
... , Nor let a lover's death the guiltless flood profane ! On Phœbus ' fhrine my harp I'll then bestow , And this Infcription shall be plac'd below . VOL . II . B " Grata lyram pofui tibi , Phoebe , poëtria Sappho SAPPHÓ TO PHAON . 17.
... , Nor let a lover's death the guiltless flood profane ! On Phœbus ' fhrine my harp I'll then bestow , And this Infcription shall be plac'd below . VOL . II . B " Grata lyram pofui tibi , Phoebe , poëtria Sappho SAPPHÓ TO PHAON . 17.
Pagina 31
... Death , only death , can break the lasting chain ; And here , ev'n then , fhall my cold duft remain , Here all its frailties , all its flames refign , And wait till ' tis no fin to mix with thine . 175 Ah wretch ! believ'd the spouse of ...
... Death , only death , can break the lasting chain ; And here , ev'n then , fhall my cold duft remain , Here all its frailties , all its flames refign , And wait till ' tis no fin to mix with thine . 175 Ah wretch ! believ'd the spouse of ...
Pagina 37
... Death all - eloquent ! you only prove What duft we doat on , when ' tis man we love . Then too , when fate fhall thy fair frame deftroy , ( That cause of all my guilt , and all my joy ) In trance extatic may thy pangs be drown'd ...
... Death all - eloquent ! you only prove What duft we doat on , when ' tis man we love . Then too , when fate fhall thy fair frame deftroy , ( That cause of all my guilt , and all my joy ) In trance extatic may thy pangs be drown'd ...
Pagina 51
... death in the profpect of an after- I'fe , and for the glory of a fong from their bards in praife of their actions . P. IMITATIONS . VER . 132. The wall in luftre , etc. ] It fhone lighter than a glass , And made well more than it was ...
... death in the profpect of an after- I'fe , and for the glory of a fong from their bards in praife of their actions . P. IMITATIONS . VER . 132. The wall in luftre , etc. ] It fhone lighter than a glass , And made well more than it was ...
Pagina 66
... death . She faid in air the trembling mufic floats , And on the winds triumphant fwell the notes ; So foft , tho ' high , fo loud , and yet fo clear , Ev'n lift'ning Angels lean from heav'n to hear : 375 To furtheft shores th'Ambrofial ...
... death . She faid in air the trembling mufic floats , And on the winds triumphant fwell the notes ; So foft , tho ' high , fo loud , and yet fo clear , Ev'n lift'ning Angels lean from heav'n to hear : 375 To furtheft shores th'Ambrofial ...
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Pagina 31 - Sad proof how well a lover can obey ! Death, only death, can break the lasting chain ; And here ev'n then, shall my cold dust remain, Here all its frailties, all its flames resign, And wait, till 'tis no sin to mix with thine.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 28 - Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies. Let wealth, let honour, wait the wedded dame, August her deed, and sacred be her fame; Before true passion all those views remove, Fame, wealth, and honour! what are you to Love?
Pagina 37 - 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...
Pagina 26 - Yet write, oh write me all, that I may join Griefs to thy griefs, and echo sighs to thine.
Pagina 36 - Assist the fiends, and tear me from my God! No, fly me, fly me, far as Pole from Pole; Rise Alps between us!
Pagina 30 - And gleams of glory brighten'd all the day. But now no face divine contentment wears, 'Tis all blank sadness, or continual tears. See how the force of others...
Pagina 26 - Relentless walls ! whose darksome round contains Repentant sighs, and voluntary pains : Ye rugged rocks, which holy knees have worn ; Ye grots and caverns shagg'd with horrid thorn...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 36 - And more than Echoes talk along the walls. Here, as I watch'd the dying lamps around, From yonder shrine I heard a hollow sound. 'Come, sister, come!' (it said, or seem'd to say) 'Thy place is here, sad sister, come away! 310 Once like thyself, I trembled, wept, and pray'd, Love's victim then, tho...