The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: In Four Volumes Complete. With His Last Corrections, Additions, and Improvements. Carefully Collated and Compared with Former Editions: Together with Notes from the Various Critics and CommentatorsEditor, and sold, 1778 |
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... ancients shewn , 5 IO 15 20 } Fancy improves , and judgment makes your own : For great men's fashions to be follow'd are , Altho ' difgraceful ' tis their cloaths to wear . Some in a polish'd style write Pastoral , 25 Arcadia fpeaks the ...
... ancients shewn , 5 IO 15 20 } Fancy improves , and judgment makes your own : For great men's fashions to be follow'd are , Altho ' difgraceful ' tis their cloaths to wear . Some in a polish'd style write Pastoral , 25 Arcadia fpeaks the ...
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... ancients might at once agree To fing within my lays , and fing of thee . Horace himself would own thou doft excell In candid arts to play the critic well , Ovid himself might wish to fing the dame Whom Windfor - Foreft fees a gliding ...
... ancients might at once agree To fing within my lays , and fing of thee . Horace himself would own thou doft excell In candid arts to play the critic well , Ovid himself might wish to fing the dame Whom Windfor - Foreft fees a gliding ...
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... ancient heat ; He shines in council , thunders in the fight , And flames with ev'ry fenfe of great delight . 50 Long has that poet reign'd , and long unknown , Like monarchs fparkling on a diftant throne ; In In all the majesty of Greek ...
... ancient heat ; He shines in council , thunders in the fight , And flames with ev'ry fenfe of great delight . 50 Long has that poet reign'd , and long unknown , Like monarchs fparkling on a diftant throne ; In In all the majesty of Greek ...
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... ancient court thee to his fhrine , Tho ' ev'ry laurel thro ' the dome be thine , ( From the proud Epic , down to thofe that shade The gentler Brow of the foft Lesbian maid ) Go to the good and juft , an awful train , Thy foul's delight ...
... ancient court thee to his fhrine , Tho ' ev'ry laurel thro ' the dome be thine , ( From the proud Epic , down to thofe that shade The gentler Brow of the foft Lesbian maid ) Go to the good and juft , an awful train , Thy foul's delight ...
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... ancient wit ; For now no more these climes their influence boaft , Fall'n is their glory , and their virtue loft ;. * - 10 From tyrants , and from priefts , the Mufes fly , bant Daughters of Reason and of Liberty . Nor Baiæ now , nor ...
... ancient wit ; For now no more these climes their influence boaft , Fall'n is their glory , and their virtue loft ;. * - 10 From tyrants , and from priefts , the Mufes fly , bant Daughters of Reason and of Liberty . Nor Baiæ now , nor ...
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