The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... Jove furvey the rapid race . The youths hang o'er their chariots as they run ; The fiery steeds feem ftarting from the ftone ; The champions in diftorted poftures threat ; 220 And all appear'd irregularly great . Here happy Horace tun'd ...
... Jove furvey the rapid race . The youths hang o'er their chariots as they run ; The fiery steeds feem ftarting from the ftone ; The champions in diftorted poftures threat ; 220 And all appear'd irregularly great . Here happy Horace tun'd ...
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... Jove furvey the rapid race . The youths hang o'er their chariots as they run ; The fiery steeds seem starting from the stone ; The champions in distorted postures threat ; 220 And all appear'd irregularly great . Here happy Horace tun'd ...
... Jove furvey the rapid race . The youths hang o'er their chariots as they run ; The fiery steeds seem starting from the stone ; The champions in distorted postures threat ; 220 And all appear'd irregularly great . Here happy Horace tun'd ...
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... Jove , exalted , his mild influence yields , To glad the glebe , and paint the flow'ry fields . Clear was the day , and Phœbus , rising bright , Had ftreak'd the azure firmament with light ; 619 He pierc'd the glitt'ring clouds with ...
... Jove , exalted , his mild influence yields , To glad the glebe , and paint the flow'ry fields . Clear was the day , and Phœbus , rising bright , Had ftreak'd the azure firmament with light ; 619 He pierc'd the glitt'ring clouds with ...
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... Jove ne'er spoke oracle more true than this , None judge fo wrong as those who think amifs . 811 With that he leap'd into her Lord's embrace , With well - diffembled virtue in her face . He hugg'd her close , and kifs'd her o'er and o ...
... Jove ne'er spoke oracle more true than this , None judge fo wrong as those who think amifs . 811 With that he leap'd into her Lord's embrace , With well - diffembled virtue in her face . He hugg'd her close , and kifs'd her o'er and o ...
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... Jove . 30 And Thou , great Heir of all thy father's fame , Encrease of glory to the Latian name ! 34 O bless thy Rome with an eternal reign , Nor let defiring worlds entreat in vain . What tho ' the ftars contract their heav'nly space ...
... Jove . 30 And Thou , great Heir of all thy father's fame , Encrease of glory to the Latian name ! 34 O bless thy Rome with an eternal reign , Nor let defiring worlds entreat in vain . What tho ' the ftars contract their heav'nly space ...
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