The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... rage the founding ftrings , No lefs renown attends the moving lyre , Which Venus tunes , and all her loves infpire ; To me what nature has in charms deny'd , Is well by wit's more lafting flames fuply'd . 36 H 49 Sum brevis ; at nomen ...
... rage the founding ftrings , No lefs renown attends the moving lyre , Which Venus tunes , and all her loves infpire ; To me what nature has in charms deny'd , Is well by wit's more lafting flames fuply'd . 36 H 49 Sum brevis ; at nomen ...
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... complain , Now fwell to rage , now melt in tears again . Not fiercer pangs distract the mournful dame , Whofe firft - born infant feeds the fun'ral flame . Gaudet et e noftro crefcit moerore Charaxus 135 Frater ; SAPPHOTO PHAON . 13.
... complain , Now fwell to rage , now melt in tears again . Not fiercer pangs distract the mournful dame , Whofe firft - born infant feeds the fun'ral flame . Gaudet et e noftro crefcit moerore Charaxus 135 Frater ; SAPPHOTO PHAON . 13.
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... her voice , her hand , Her ponyard had oppos'd the dire command . Barbarian , ftay ! that bloody ftroke restrain ; The crime was common , common be the pain . VOL . II . C I can no more ; by fhame , by rage ELOISA TO ABELARD . 33.
... her voice , her hand , Her ponyard had oppos'd the dire command . Barbarian , ftay ! that bloody ftroke restrain ; The crime was common , common be the pain . VOL . II . C I can no more ; by fhame , by rage ELOISA TO ABELARD . 33.
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Alexander Pope. I can no more ; by fhame , by rage fupprefs'd , 105 Let tears and burning blushes speak the rest . III Canft thou forget that fad , that folemn day , When victims at yon altar's foot we lay ? Canft thou forget what tears ...
Alexander Pope. I can no more ; by fhame , by rage fupprefs'd , 105 Let tears and burning blushes speak the rest . III Canft thou forget that fad , that folemn day , When victims at yon altar's foot we lay ? Canft thou forget what tears ...
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... rage of ill - requited heav'n : But fuch plain roofs as Piety could raise , And only vocal with the Maker's praise . In these lone walls ( their days eternal bound ) These mofs - grown domes with fpiry turrets crown'd , Where awful ...
... rage of ill - requited heav'n : But fuch plain roofs as Piety could raise , And only vocal with the Maker's praise . In these lone walls ( their days eternal bound ) These mofs - grown domes with fpiry turrets crown'd , Where awful ...
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Страница 33 - The phantom flies me, as unkind as you. I call aloud; it hears not what I say; I stretch my empty arms; it glides away: To dream once more I close my willing eyes; Ye soft illusions, dear deceits, arise! 240 Alas no more!— methinks we wandring go Thro...
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Страница 27 - em all: Not Caesar's empress would I deign to prove; No, make me mistress to the man I love; If there be yet another name more free, More fond than mistress, make me that to thee!
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