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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... Soft fcenes of folitude no more can please , Love enters there , and I'm my own disease . No more the Lesbian dames my paffion move , Once the dear objects of my guilty love ; 15 Atque aliae centum , quas non fine crimine amavi : A 2.
... Soft fcenes of folitude no more can please , Love enters there , and I'm my own disease . No more the Lesbian dames my paffion move , Once the dear objects of my guilty love ; 15 Atque aliae centum , quas non fine crimine amavi : A 2.
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... once thy Sappho could thy cares employ , Once in her arms you center'd all your 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 ...
... once thy Sappho could thy cares employ , Once in her arms you center'd all your 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 ...
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... , 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 to dream of you again : 155 Antra nemufque peto , tanquam nemus antraque pro- fint , 4 SAPPHO TO PHAON . 13.
... , 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 to dream of you again : 155 Antra nemufque peto , tanquam nemus antraque pro- fint , 4 SAPPHO TO PHAON . 13.
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... once the scene of love , The rocks around , the hanging roofs above , ' That charm'd me more , with native mofs o'er grown , Than Phrygian marble , or the Parian stone . I find the fhades that veil'd our joys before ; But , Phaon gone ...
... once the scene of love , The rocks around , the hanging roofs above , ' That charm'd me more , with native mofs o'er grown , Than Phrygian marble , or the Parian stone . I find the fhades that veil'd our joys before ; But , Phaon gone ...
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... once with hopeless fury burn'd , " In vain he lov'd , relentless Pyrrha fcorn'd ; " But when from hence he plung'd into the main , " Deucalion fcorn'd , and Pyrrha lov'd in vain . 196 " Hafte , Sappho , hafte , from high Leucadia throw ...
... once with hopeless fury burn'd , " In vain he lov'd , relentless Pyrrha fcorn'd ; " But when from hence he plung'd into the main , " Deucalion fcorn'd , and Pyrrha lov'd in vain . 196 " Hafte , Sappho , hafte , from high Leucadia throw ...
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