Mr. Pope's Literary Correspondence. Volume the Fifth. With Letters of Lord Bolingbroke. Lord Lansdowne. ...E. Curll, 1737 - 86 страница |
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... Mufe's Seat , Where , ever present to the Poet's Eyes , A thousand grateful Objects rife , Where all is gay , and all is sweet . Where , when past Images we find , By Memory with thefe combin'd , She from her Store of fading Senfe can ...
... Mufe's Seat , Where , ever present to the Poet's Eyes , A thousand grateful Objects rife , Where all is gay , and all is sweet . Where , when past Images we find , By Memory with thefe combin'd , She from her Store of fading Senfe can ...
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Alexander Pope. Where ev'ry Mufe , and ev'ry Grace refides , The facred Temple where Apollo hides , From the profane and vulgar Eyes , His aweful Myfteries . This blooming Garden of the Delian God Long fince I left , new Paths to try ...
Alexander Pope. Where ev'ry Mufe , and ev'ry Grace refides , The facred Temple where Apollo hides , From the profane and vulgar Eyes , His aweful Myfteries . This blooming Garden of the Delian God Long fince I left , new Paths to try ...
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... Mufe to milder Regions flies , And to Parnaffus wings her Way . IV . Methinks already in my Heart , I feel a fecret Warmth arife , Which thence diffus'd to ev'ry vital Part , Glows in my Face , and fparkles in my Eyes . I fee the Summit ...
... Mufe to milder Regions flies , And to Parnaffus wings her Way . IV . Methinks already in my Heart , I feel a fecret Warmth arife , Which thence diffus'd to ev'ry vital Part , Glows in my Face , and fparkles in my Eyes . I fee the Summit ...
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... Mufe , and ev'ry Grace prepare , To warm the Bard with all their Fires , To join his Song with all their Lyres , And make his matchlefs Poem all their Care , VI . * But now arriv'd I mount the facred Hill , And Joy and Rapture all my ...
... Mufe , and ev'ry Grace prepare , To warm the Bard with all their Fires , To join his Song with all their Lyres , And make his matchlefs Poem all their Care , VI . * But now arriv'd I mount the facred Hill , And Joy and Rapture all my ...
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... Mufe and I will go , She scorns to aim at little Things , At Heroes or at Kings , She cannot stoop fo low . To Almahide addrefs thy Song , It does of Right to her belong . Soar like the Theban Swan on high , Nor be afraid to venture ...
... Mufe and I will go , She scorns to aim at little Things , At Heroes or at Kings , She cannot stoop fo low . To Almahide addrefs thy Song , It does of Right to her belong . Soar like the Theban Swan on high , Nor be afraid to venture ...
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