The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: To which is Prefixed a Life of the AuthorPhillips, Sampson, 1849 |
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... pleasure ever after . From Mr. Taverner's tuition he was sent to a private school at Twyford , near Winchester , where he continued about a year , and was then removed to another near Hyde Park Corner ; but was so unfortunate as to lose ...
... pleasure ever after . From Mr. Taverner's tuition he was sent to a private school at Twyford , near Winchester , where he continued about a year , and was then removed to another near Hyde Park Corner ; but was so unfortunate as to lose ...
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... pleasures which attend the retreats of a contented country life . Two years after this he translated the First Book of Statius's Thebais , and wrote a copy of verses on Silence , in imitation of the Earl of Rochester's Poem on Nothing ...
... pleasures which attend the retreats of a contented country life . Two years after this he translated the First Book of Statius's Thebais , and wrote a copy of verses on Silence , in imitation of the Earl of Rochester's Poem on Nothing ...
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... pleasure once she taught the shore : Now Daphne's dead , and pleasure is no more ! No grateful dews descend from evening skies , Nor morning odours from the flowers arise ; No rich perfumes refresh the fruitful field , Nor fragrant ...
... pleasure once she taught the shore : Now Daphne's dead , and pleasure is no more ! No grateful dews descend from evening skies , Nor morning odours from the flowers arise ; No rich perfumes refresh the fruitful field , Nor fragrant ...
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... pleasure , Sacred Hymen ! these are thine . ODE ON SOLITUDE . Written when the Author was about twelve Years QLA HAPPY the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound , Content to breathe his native air In his own groun Whose ...
... pleasure , Sacred Hymen ! these are thine . ODE ON SOLITUDE . Written when the Author was about twelve Years QLA HAPPY the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound , Content to breathe his native air In his own groun Whose ...
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... pleasure to be charm'd with wit . But , in such lays as neither ebb nor flow , Correctly cold , and regularly low , That , shunning faults , one quiet tenor keep ; We cannot blame indeed - but we may sleep . In wit , as nature , what ...
... pleasure to be charm'd with wit . But , in such lays as neither ebb nor flow , Correctly cold , and regularly low , That , shunning faults , one quiet tenor keep ; We cannot blame indeed - but we may sleep . In wit , as nature , what ...
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