The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... Jove furvey the rapid race . The youths hang o'er their chariots as they run ; The fiery steeds feem ftarting from the stone ; The champions in diftorted poftures threat And all appear'd irregularly great . Here happy Horace tun'd th ...
... Jove furvey the rapid race . The youths hang o'er their chariots as they run ; The fiery steeds feem ftarting from the stone ; The champions in diftorted poftures threat And all appear'd irregularly great . Here happy Horace tun'd th ...
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... Jove , exalted , his mild influence yields , To glad the glebe , and paint the flow'ry fields , Clear was the day , and Phœbus rifing bright , Had ftreak'd the azure firmament with light ; 619 He pierc'd the glitt'ring clouds with ...
... Jove , exalted , his mild influence yields , To glad the glebe , and paint the flow'ry fields , Clear was the day , and Phœbus rifing bright , Had ftreak'd the azure firmament with light ; 619 He pierc'd the glitt'ring clouds with ...
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... Jove ne'er spoke oracle more true than this , None judge fo wrong as those who think amifs . With that fhe leap'd into her Lord's embrace , 810 With well - diffembled virtue in her face . He hugg'd her close , and kifs'd her o'er and o ...
... Jove ne'er spoke oracle more true than this , None judge fo wrong as those who think amifs . With that fhe leap'd into her Lord's embrace , 810 With well - diffembled virtue in her face . He hugg'd her close , and kifs'd her o'er and o ...
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... Jove . And Thou , great Heir of all thy father's fame , Encrease of glory to the Latian name ! Oh bless thy Rome with an eternal reign , Nor.let defiring worlds entreat in vain . 30 What tho ' the stars contract their heav'nly space ...
... Jove . And Thou , great Heir of all thy father's fame , Encrease of glory to the Latian name ! Oh bless thy Rome with an eternal reign , Nor.let defiring worlds entreat in vain . 30 What tho ' the stars contract their heav'nly space ...
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... horrore canendus . Impia jam merita fcrutatus lumina dextra Merferat aeterna damnatum nocte pudorem Oedipodes , longaque animam fub morte tenebat . Refign to Jove his empire of the skies , And 130 STATII THEBAIDOS LIB . I.
... horrore canendus . Impia jam merita fcrutatus lumina dextra Merferat aeterna damnatum nocte pudorem Oedipodes , longaque animam fub morte tenebat . Refign to Jove his empire of the skies , And 130 STATII THEBAIDOS LIB . I.
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