The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Translations and imitationsC. Bathurst, 1770 |
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... hear , And all my words were mufic to your ear . You stopp'd with kiffes my enchanting tongue , 55 And found my kiffes fweeter than my fong . In all I pleas'd , but most in what was beft ; And the last joy was dearer than the reft ...
... hear , And all my words were mufic to your ear . You stopp'd with kiffes my enchanting tongue , 55 And found my kiffes fweeter than my fong . In all I pleas'd , but most in what was beft ; And the last joy was dearer than the reft ...
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... hear and speak ; A thousand melting kisses give , and take : Then fiercer joys , I blush to mention these , Yet , while I blufh , confess how much they please . But when , with day , the sweet delufions fly , 155 And all things wake to ...
... hear and speak ; A thousand melting kisses give , and take : Then fiercer joys , I blush to mention these , Yet , while I blufh , confess how much they please . But when , with day , the sweet delufions fly , 155 And all things wake to ...
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... hear , no more I view , 235 The phantom flies me , as unkind as you . I call aloud ; it hears not what I fay : I ftretch my empty arms ; it glides away . To dream once more I close my willing eyes ; Ye foft illufions , dear deceits ...
... hear , no more I view , 235 The phantom flies me , as unkind as you . I call aloud ; it hears not what I fay : I ftretch my empty arms ; it glides away . To dream once more I close my willing eyes ; Ye foft illufions , dear deceits ...
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... the altar rise , Stain all my foul , and wanton in my eyes . I waste the Matin lamp in fighs for thee , 265 Thy image fteals between my God and me , Thy or 2 270 Thy voice I seem in ev'ry hymn to hear 40 ELOISA TO ABELARD .
... the altar rise , Stain all my foul , and wanton in my eyes . I waste the Matin lamp in fighs for thee , 265 Thy image fteals between my God and me , Thy or 2 270 Thy voice I seem in ev'ry hymn to hear 40 ELOISA TO ABELARD .
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Alexander Pope. 270 Thy voice I seem in ev'ry hymn to hear , With ev'ry bead I drop too foft a tear . When from the cenfer clouds of fragrance roll , And fwelling organs lift the rifing foul , One thought of thee puts all the pomp to ...
Alexander Pope. 270 Thy voice I seem in ev'ry hymn to hear , With ev'ry bead I drop too foft a tear . When from the cenfer clouds of fragrance roll , And fwelling organs lift the rifing foul , One thought of thee puts all the pomp to ...