The works of Alexander Pope; with a memoir of the author, notes [&c.] by G. Croly, Том 31835 |
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... resound ; Though my own aldermen conferr'd the bays , To me committing their eternal praise , Their full - fed heroes , their pacific mayors , Their annual trophies , and their monthly wars ; Though long my party built on me their hopes ...
... resound ; Though my own aldermen conferr'd the bays , To me committing their eternal praise , Their full - fed heroes , their pacific mayors , Their annual trophies , and their monthly wars ; Though long my party built on me their hopes ...
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... resound the rural lay . You , that too wise for pride , too good for power , Enjoy the glory to be great no more , * These Pastorals were written at the age of sixteen , and then passed through the hands of Mr. Walsh , Mr. Wycherley , G ...
... resound the rural lay . You , that too wise for pride , too good for power , Enjoy the glory to be great no more , * These Pastorals were written at the age of sixteen , and then passed through the hands of Mr. Walsh , Mr. Wycherley , G ...
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... resound your praise ! Your praise the birds shall chant in every grove , And winds shall waft it to the powers above . But would you sing , and rival Orpheus ' strain , The wondering forests soon should dance again , The moving ...
... resound your praise ! Your praise the birds shall chant in every grove , And winds shall waft it to the powers above . But would you sing , and rival Orpheus ' strain , The wondering forests soon should dance again , The moving ...
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... Resound , ye hills , resound my mournful strain ! Of perjured Doris dying I complain ; Here , where the mountains , lessening as they rise , 60 Lose the low vales , and steal into the skies ; While laboring oxen , spent with toil and ...
... Resound , ye hills , resound my mournful strain ! Of perjured Doris dying I complain ; Here , where the mountains , lessening as they rise , 60 Lose the low vales , and steal into the skies ; While laboring oxen , spent with toil and ...
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... Resound , ye hills , resound my mournful lay ! Farewell , ye woods ! adieu , the light of day ! One leap from yonder cliff shall end my pains ; 95 No more , ye hills , no more resound my strains ! ' Thus sung the shepherds till the ...
... Resound , ye hills , resound my mournful lay ! Farewell , ye woods ! adieu , the light of day ! One leap from yonder cliff shall end my pains ; 95 No more , ye hills , no more resound my strains ! ' Thus sung the shepherds till the ...
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