Miscellaneous Poems and Translations, Том 1Alexander Pope Bernard Lintot, 1722 - 288 страница |
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... thee from earth to deepest hell , In brazen bonds fhall barb'rous difcord dwell : Gigantick pride , pale terror , gloomy care , And mad ambition , fhall attend her thère .. There purple vengeance bath'd in gore retires , Her weapon's ...
... thee from earth to deepest hell , In brazen bonds fhall barb'rous difcord dwell : Gigantick pride , pale terror , gloomy care , And mad ambition , fhall attend her thère .. There purple vengeance bath'd in gore retires , Her weapon's ...
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... thee Idume's fpicy forefts blow , And feeds of gold in Ophyr's mountains glow . Cap . lx ... u Cap . Ix . . 6 . See r Cap . xi .. 6,7,8 . * Cáp.1x . $ .4 . 9 Cap . lxv . . 25 . t Cap . lx , . 3 . B 4 See heav'n its sparkling portals ...
... thee Idume's fpicy forefts blow , And feeds of gold in Ophyr's mountains glow . Cap . lx ... u Cap . Ix . . 6 . See r Cap . xi .. 6,7,8 . * Cáp.1x . $ .4 . 9 Cap . lxv . . 25 . t Cap . lx , . 3 . B 4 See heav'n its sparkling portals ...
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... thee in a flood of day ! No more the rifing w fun fhall gild the morn , Nor ev'ning Cynthia fill her filver horn , But loft , diffolv'd in thy fuperior rays , One tyde of glory , one unclouded blaze O'erflow thy courts : The light ...
... thee in a flood of day ! No more the rifing w fun fhall gild the morn , Nor ev'ning Cynthia fill her filver horn , But loft , diffolv'd in thy fuperior rays , One tyde of glory , one unclouded blaze O'erflow thy courts : The light ...
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... Thee , bold Longinus ! all the nine infpire , And bless their critic with a poet's fire . An ardent judge , who zealous in his trust , With warmth gives fentence , yet is always just Whofe own example ftrengthens all his laws , And is ...
... Thee , bold Longinus ! all the nine infpire , And bless their critic with a poet's fire . An ardent judge , who zealous in his trust , With warmth gives fentence , yet is always just Whofe own example ftrengthens all his laws , And is ...
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... thee fly , The light militia of the lower fky ; Thefe , tho ' unfeen , are ever on the wing , Hang o'er the box , and hover round the ring : Think what an equipage thou haft in air , And view with fcorn two pages and a chair . As now ...
... thee fly , The light militia of the lower fky ; Thefe , tho ' unfeen , are ever on the wing , Hang o'er the box , and hover round the ring : Think what an equipage thou haft in air , And view with fcorn two pages and a chair . As now ...
Чести термини и фразе
arms beauty Belinda bleft bofom breaft bright charms cloſe conqueft e'er Eurydice ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafe faid fair fame fate fcorn feem feen felf fenfe fhade fhall fhining fhould fide fighs fight filk filver fing firft firſt fkies flain flame fleep flow'rs fmiles foft fome fons fools foon forefts foul fpring ftands ftate ftill ftreams fubjects fuch fung fure fwelling gen'rous glow Gnome grace hair hand head heart heav'n heav'nly himſelf honour juft laft laſt learn'd lefs loft lov'd lyre maid moft moſt mufe muft muſt ne'er numbers nymph o'er paffions Pallas pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praife praiſe pray'rs pride rage reft rife rofe Rome Semichorus ſhall ſhe ſhine ſkies ſpeak ſpread ſtill Sylphs tears thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thro trembling Twas Umbriel vafe Vertumnus whofe wife worfe
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