The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq. ...: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... thousand hoels and well mo , To letten the foune out go And by day in every tide Ben all the doors open wide , And by night each one unfhet ; No porter is there one to let , No manner tydings in to pace : Ne never reft is in that place ...
... thousand hoels and well mo , To letten the foune out go And by day in every tide Ben all the doors open wide , And by night each one unfhet ; No porter is there one to let , No manner tydings in to pace : Ne never reft is in that place ...
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... thousand vents , impatient , forth they flow , And rush in millions on the world below . Fame fits aloft , and points them out their course , Their date determines , and prescribes their force : Some to remain , and fome to perish foon ...
... thousand vents , impatient , forth they flow , And rush in millions on the world below . Fame fits aloft , and points them out their course , Their date determines , and prescribes their force : Some to remain , and fome to perish foon ...
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... thousand furies haunt his guilty foul , The wretch then lifted to th ' unpitying skies 75 Those empty orbs from whence he tore his eyes , Whose wounds , yet fresh , with bloody hands he ftrook , While from his breast these dreadful ...
... thousand furies haunt his guilty foul , The wretch then lifted to th ' unpitying skies 75 Those empty orbs from whence he tore his eyes , Whose wounds , yet fresh , with bloody hands he ftrook , While from his breast these dreadful ...
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... thousand darts the Python flain With orbs unroll'd lay cov'ring all the plain , ( Transfix'd as o'er Caftalia's streams he hung , And fuck'd new poisons with his triple tongue ) To Argos ' realms the victor god reforts , And enters old ...
... thousand darts the Python flain With orbs unroll'd lay cov'ring all the plain , ( Transfix'd as o'er Caftalia's streams he hung , And fuck'd new poisons with his triple tongue ) To Argos ' realms the victor god reforts , And enters old ...
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... thousand lives together fled , Death with his fcythe cut off the fatal thread , 745 And a whole province in his triumph led . But Phoebus , afk'd why noxious fires appear , And raging Sirius blasts the fickly year ; Demands their lives ...
... thousand lives together fled , Death with his fcythe cut off the fatal thread , 745 And a whole province in his triumph led . But Phoebus , afk'd why noxious fires appear , And raging Sirius blasts the fickly year ; Demands their lives ...
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