The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Sappho to Phaon. Eloisa to Abelard. The temple of fame. January and May. The wife of Bath. The first book of Statius's Thebais. The fable of Dryope. Vertumnus and Pomona. Imitations [of English poets] Miscellanies. EpitaphsJ. Johnson, 1806 |
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... still enjoy'd , and yet you still defir'd , бо Till all diffolving in the trance we lay , And in tumultuous raptures dy'd away . The fair Sicilians now thy foul inflame ; Why was I born , ye Gods , a Lesbian dame ? But ah ! beware ...
... still enjoy'd , and yet you still defir'd , бо Till all diffolving in the trance we lay , And in tumultuous raptures dy'd away . The fair Sicilians now thy foul inflame ; Why was I born , ye Gods , a Lesbian dame ? But ah ! beware ...
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... Still is there cause for Sappho still to love : So from my birth the Sifters fix'd my doom , And gave to Venus all my life to come ; Or , while my Mufe in melting notes complains , My yielding heart keeps measure to my trains . By ...
... Still is there cause for Sappho still to love : So from my birth the Sifters fix'd my doom , And gave to Venus all my life to come ; Or , while my Mufe in melting notes complains , My yielding heart keeps measure to my trains . By ...
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... still dictates , and her hand obeys . Relentless walls ! whofe darkfome round contains Repentant fighs , and voluntary pains : 15 Ye rugged rocks , which holy knees have worn ; Ye grots and caverns fhagg'd with horrid thorn ! 20 Shrines ...
... still dictates , and her hand obeys . Relentless walls ! whofe darkfome round contains Repentant fighs , and voluntary pains : 15 Ye rugged rocks , which holy knees have worn ; Ye grots and caverns fhagg'd with horrid thorn ! 20 Shrines ...
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... Still breath'd in fighs , ftill ufher'd with a tear . I tremble too , where'er my own I find , Some dire misfortune follows close behind . Line after line my gushing eyes o'erflow , Led through a fad variety of woe : Now warm in love ...
... Still breath'd in fighs , ftill ufher'd with a tear . I tremble too , where'er my own I find , Some dire misfortune follows close behind . Line after line my gushing eyes o'erflow , Led through a fad variety of woe : Now warm in love ...
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... still at least are left thee to bestow . Still on that breast enamour'd let me lie , Still drink delicious poifon from thy eye , Pant on thy lip , and to thy heart be prefs'd ; Give all thou canft - and let me dream the reft . Ah no ...
... still at least are left thee to bestow . Still on that breast enamour'd let me lie , Still drink delicious poifon from thy eye , Pant on thy lip , and to thy heart be prefs'd ; Give all thou canft - and let me dream the reft . Ah no ...
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againſt almoſt beauty beſt bleft breaſt cauſe charms Chaucer CHIG cloſe defcription defign Dryope Dunciad eaſe Epiftle Eteocles Ev'n ev'ry expreffion eyes facred faid fair fame fate fatire fays feems feen fhade fhall fhine fide figh fince firſt flain flame foft fome foul ftill fubject fuch fure grace hæc heart heav'n himſelf houſe huſband IMITATIONS itſelf juſt Lady laft laſt lefs loft Lord lov'd MICHIG mihi moſt muſt night NOTES numbers nymph o'er obferves occafion Ovid paffage paffion Petrarch Phaon Phoebus Pindar pleaſe pleaſure poem poet Pope Pope's pow'r praiſe quæ reafon reft reſt rife riſe RSITY Sappho ſhade ſhe ſhould Sir William Wyndham SITY ſkies ſpeak ſpread ſtate Statius ſtill tears Thebes thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand tibi tranflation Twas UNIV uſe verfe verſes Vertumnus WARTON whofe whoſe wife
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