The works of Alexander Pope. With his last corrections, additions, and improvements; together with all his notes: pr. verbatim from the octavo ed. of mr. Warburton, Том 21754 |
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... Gods contend in charms with thee . The Muses teach me all their fofest lays , 29 And the wide world resounds with Sappho's praife . Tho ' great Alcæus more fublimely fings , And ftrikes with bolder rage the founding ftrings , No lefs ...
... Gods contend in charms with thee . The Muses teach me all their fofest lays , 29 And the wide world resounds with Sappho's praife . Tho ' great Alcæus more fublimely fings , And ftrikes with bolder rage the founding ftrings , No lefs ...
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... Gods , a Lefbian dame ? But ah beware , Sicilian nymphs ! nor boast That wand'ring heart which I fo lately loft ; Nor be with all thofe tempting words abus'd , Those tempting words were all to Sappho us'd . And you that rule Sicilia's ...
... Gods , a Lefbian dame ? But ah beware , Sicilian nymphs ! nor boast That wand'ring heart which I fo lately loft ; Nor be with all thofe tempting words abus'd , Those tempting words were all to Sappho us'd . And you that rule Sicilia's ...
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... God that ever waits on thee , When first I heard ( from whom I hardly knew ) That you were fled , and all my joys with you , Like fome fad ftatue , fpeechlefs , pale I stood , Grief chill'd my breast , and stopp'd my freezing blood ; No ...
... God that ever waits on thee , When first I heard ( from whom I hardly knew ) That you were fled , and all my joys with you , Like fome fad ftatue , fpeechlefs , pale I stood , Grief chill'd my breast , and stopp'd my freezing blood ; No ...
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... God agree . " But why , alas , relentless youth , aḥ why To diftant feas muft tender Sappho fly ? Thy charms than thofe may far more pow'rful be , And Phoebus ' felf is lefs a God to me . 226 Ah ! can't thou doom me to the rocks and fea ...
... God agree . " But why , alas , relentless youth , aḥ why To diftant feas muft tender Sappho fly ? Thy charms than thofe may far more pow'rful be , And Phoebus ' felf is lefs a God to me . 226 Ah ! can't thou doom me to the rocks and fea ...
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... Pelafgida Sappho ; ( Non tamen invenies , cur ego digna fuga . ) 255 [ O faltem miferae , Crudelis , epiftola dicat : Ut mihi Leucadiae fata petantur aquae . ] 245 Gods ! can no pray'rs , no fighs , 20 SAPPHO PHAON I.
... Pelafgida Sappho ; ( Non tamen invenies , cur ego digna fuga . ) 255 [ O faltem miferae , Crudelis , epiftola dicat : Ut mihi Leucadiae fata petantur aquae . ] 245 Gods ! can no pray'rs , no fighs , 20 SAPPHO PHAON I.
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