The Works of Alexander Pope, Том 2J.F. Dove, St. John's Square, 1822 |
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... night : Oh night more pleasing than the brightest day , 145 When fancy gives what absence takes away , And , dress'd in all its visionary charms , Restores my fair deserter to my arms ! 150 Then round your neck in wanton wreath I twine ...
... night : Oh night more pleasing than the brightest day , 145 When fancy gives what absence takes away , And , dress'd in all its visionary charms , Restores my fair deserter to my arms ! 150 Then round your neck in wanton wreath I twine ...
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... Night shades the groves , and all in silence lie , 175 All but the mournful Philomel and I : With mournful Philomel I join my strain , Of Tereus she , of Phaon I , complain . A spring there is , whose silver waters show , Clear as a ...
... Night shades the groves , and all in silence lie , 175 All but the mournful Philomel and I : With mournful Philomel I join my strain , Of Tereus she , of Phaon I , complain . A spring there is , whose silver waters show , Clear as a ...
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... In service high and anthem clear , As may with sweetness through mine ear Dissolve me into ecstasies , And bring all heav'n before mine eyes . Il Penseroso , v . 155 . Where awful arches make a noon - day night , D 2 ELOISA TO ABELARD . 35.
... In service high and anthem clear , As may with sweetness through mine ear Dissolve me into ecstasies , And bring all heav'n before mine eyes . Il Penseroso , v . 155 . Where awful arches make a noon - day night , D 2 ELOISA TO ABELARD . 35.
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Alexander Pope Joseph Warton. Where awful arches make a noon - day night , And the dim windows shed a solemn light ; Thy eyes diffus'd a reconciling ray , And gleams of glory brighten'd all the day . But now no face divine contentment ...
Alexander Pope Joseph Warton. Where awful arches make a noon - day night , And the dim windows shed a solemn light ; Thy eyes diffus'd a reconciling ray , And gleams of glory brighten'd all the day . But now no face divine contentment ...
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... night !. How glowing guilt exalts the keen delight ! Provoking Demons all restraint remove , And stir within me ev'ry source of love . I hear thee , view thee , gaze o'er all thy charms , And round thy phantom glue my clasping arms . I ...
... night !. How glowing guilt exalts the keen delight ! Provoking Demons all restraint remove , And stir within me ev'ry source of love . I hear thee , view thee , gaze o'er all thy charms , And round thy phantom glue my clasping arms . I ...
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Adrastus Aonia appear Argos Ariosto atque beauty blest bliss breast bright CARDELIA charms Chaucer CHIG crown'd dame dear death divine dread Dryope Dunciad Epistle Eteocles Euripides Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fix'd flame flow'ry fury gentle grace hæc heart heav'n honour IMITATIONS Jove joys King Lady Laius lines live Lord lov'd Lucan mihi Muse Niceron night NOTES numbers nymph o'er once Ovid Petrarch Phaon Phoebus Pindar pleas'd pleasure poem poet poetry Polynices Pope pow'r pray'r quæ Quintilian quod rage rise RSITY Sappho says shade shew shine sigh sight SITY skies SMILINDA soft soul spouse Statius stood sweet Swift tale tamen taste tears temple Thebes thee thou thought throne tibi Timoleon tow'rs translation tree trembling Twas Tydeus UNIV verse Vertumnus Virgil virgin wife wretched writers youth
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Страница 35 - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow To the full-voiced quire below In service high and anthems clear As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
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