The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... tibi Sicelides veniunt nova praeda puellae ; Quid mihi cum Lefbo ? Sicelis effe volo . At vos erronem tellure remittite noftrum , Nifiades matres , Nifiadefque nurus . 60 Brown as I am , an Ethiopian dame Infpir'd young 6 SAPPHO PHAONL.
... tibi Sicelides veniunt nova praeda puellae ; Quid mihi cum Lefbo ? Sicelis effe volo . At vos erronem tellure remittite noftrum , Nifiades matres , Nifiadefque nurus . 60 Brown as I am , an Ethiopian dame Infpir'd young 6 SAPPHO PHAONL.
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... tibi , qui nunquam longe discedat , Amorem , Perque novem juro , numina noftra , Deas ; Cum mihi nefcio quis , Fugiunt tua gaudia , dixit ; Nec me flere diu , nec potuiffe loqui ; Et lacrymae deerant oculis , et lingua palato ...
... tibi , qui nunquam longe discedat , Amorem , Perque novem juro , numina noftra , Deas ; Cum mihi nefcio quis , Fugiunt tua gaudia , dixit ; Nec me flere diu , nec potuiffe loqui ; Et lacrymae deerant oculis , et lingua palato ...
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... tibi . " Phoebus ab excelfo , quantum patet , afpicit aequor : " Actiacum populi Leucadiumque vocant . " Hinc fe Deucalion Pyrrhae fuccenfus amore " Mifit , et illaefo corpore preffit aquas . " Nec mora : verfus Amor tetigit lentiffima ...
... tibi . " Phoebus ab excelfo , quantum patet , afpicit aequor : " Actiacum populi Leucadiumque vocant . " Hinc fe Deucalion Pyrrhae fuccenfus amore " Mifit , et illaefo corpore preffit aquas . " Nec mora : verfus Amor tetigit lentiffima ...
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... tibi , Phoebe , poëtria Sappho : " Convenit illa mihi , convenit illa tibi . " Cur tamen Actiacas miferam me mittis ad oras , Cum profugum poffis ipfe referre pedem ? Tu mihi Leucadia potes effe falubrior unda : Et forma et meritis tu ...
... tibi , Phoebe , poëtria Sappho : " Convenit illa mihi , convenit illa tibi . " Cur tamen Actiacas miferam me mittis ad oras , Cum profugum poffis ipfe referre pedem ? Tu mihi Leucadia potes effe falubrior unda : Et forma et meritis tu ...
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... tibi . Nunc vellem facunda forent : dolor artibus obftat ; Ingeniumque meis fubftitit omne malis . 225 Non mihi refpondent veteres in carmina vires . 230 Plectra dolore tacent : muta dolore lyra est . Lefbides aequoreac , nupturaque ...
... tibi . Nunc vellem facunda forent : dolor artibus obftat ; Ingeniumque meis fubftitit omne malis . 225 Non mihi refpondent veteres in carmina vires . 230 Plectra dolore tacent : muta dolore lyra est . Lefbides aequoreac , nupturaque ...
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