The Works of Mr. Alexander Pope, Том 1W. Bowyer, 1717 - 408 страница |
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... pleasure , as each af- fords the other . Every one acknowledges , it would be a wild notion to expect perfection in any work of man : and yet one would think the contrary was taken a for for granted , by the judgment commonly past upon ...
... pleasure , as each af- fords the other . Every one acknowledges , it would be a wild notion to expect perfection in any work of man : and yet one would think the contrary was taken a for for granted , by the judgment commonly past upon ...
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... pleasure once the taught the fhore , Now Daphne's dead , and pleasure is no more ! No grateful dews defcend from ev'ning skies , Nor morning odours from the flow'rs arise . No rich perfumes refresh the fruitful field , Nor fragrant ...
... pleasure once the taught the fhore , Now Daphne's dead , and pleasure is no more ! No grateful dews defcend from ev'ning skies , Nor morning odours from the flow'rs arise . No rich perfumes refresh the fruitful field , Nor fragrant ...
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... pleasure to be charm'd with wit . But in fuch lays as neither ebb , nor flow , Correctly cold , and regularly low , That shunning faults , one quiet tenour keep ; We cannot blame indeed ----- but we may fleep . In wit , as nature , what ...
... pleasure to be charm'd with wit . But in fuch lays as neither ebb , nor flow , Correctly cold , and regularly low , That shunning faults , one quiet tenour keep ; We cannot blame indeed ----- but we may fleep . In wit , as nature , what ...
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... your sense ; And fpeak , tho ' fure , with feeming diffidence : Some pofitive , perfifting fops we know , That , if once wrong , will needs be always fo ; But But you , with pleasure own your errors past , 98 ESSAY on CRITICISM .
... your sense ; And fpeak , tho ' fure , with feeming diffidence : Some pofitive , perfifting fops we know , That , if once wrong , will needs be always fo ; But But you , with pleasure own your errors past , 98 ESSAY on CRITICISM .
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Alexander Pope. But you , with pleasure own your errors past , And make , each day , a Critic on the last . ' Tis not enough , your counsel still be true ; Blunt truths more mischief than nice falfhoods ... pleasure own your errors past, ...
Alexander Pope. But you , with pleasure own your errors past , And make , each day , a Critic on the last . ' Tis not enough , your counsel still be true ; Blunt truths more mischief than nice falfhoods ... pleasure own your errors past, ...
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