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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... joy : No time the dear remembrance can remove , For oh ! how vast a memory has love ? My mufic , then , you could for ever hear , And all my words were mufic to your ear . You ftopp'd with kiffes my enchanting tongue , 55 And found my ...
... joy : No time the dear remembrance can remove , For oh ! how vast a memory has love ? My mufic , then , you could for ever hear , And all my words were mufic to your ear . You ftopp'd with kiffes my enchanting tongue , 55 And found my ...
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... joys with you , Like fome fad ftatue , fpeechlefs , pale I stood , Grief chill'd my breast , and stopp'd my freezing blood ; No figh to rife , no tear had pow'r to flow , Fix'd in a stupid lethargy of woe : But when its way th`impetuous ...
... joys with you , Like fome fad ftatue , fpeechlefs , pale I stood , Grief chill'd my breast , and stopp'd my freezing blood ; No figh to rife , no tear had pow'r to flow , Fix'd in a stupid lethargy of woe : But when its way th`impetuous ...
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... joys , I blush to mention these , Yet while I blush , confess how much they please . But when , with day , the sweet delufions fly , And all things wake to life and joy , but I , As if once more forfaken , I complain , And close my eyes ...
... joys , I blush to mention these , Yet while I blush , confess how much they please . But when , with day , the sweet delufions fly , And all things wake to life and joy , but I , As if once more forfaken , I complain , And close my eyes ...
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... joys before ; But , Phaon gone , those shades delight no more . Here the prefs'd herbs with bending tops betray Where oft entwin'd in am'rous folds we lay ; I kiss that earth which once was press'd by you , And all with tears the with ...
... joys before ; But , Phaon gone , those shades delight no more . Here the prefs'd herbs with bending tops betray Where oft entwin'd in am'rous folds we lay ; I kiss that earth which once was press'd by you , And all with tears the with ...
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... Joy to my foul , and vigour to my fong : Abfent from thee , the Poet's flame expires ; But ah ! how fiercely burn the Lover's fires ? 230 236 240 Ecquid ago precibus ? pectufne agrefte movetur ? An riget B 2 SAPPHO TO PHA ON . 19.
... Joy to my foul , and vigour to my fong : Abfent from thee , the Poet's flame expires ; But ah ! how fiercely burn the Lover's fires ? 230 236 240 Ecquid ago precibus ? pectufne agrefte movetur ? An riget B 2 SAPPHO TO PHA ON . 19.
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