The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Translations and imitationsC. Bathurst, 1770 |
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... joy : 50 No time the dear remembrance can remove , For oh ! how vast a memory has love ? My mufic , then , you could for ever hear , And all my words were mufic to your ear . You stopp'd with kiffes my enchanting tongue , 55 And found ...
... joy : 50 No time the dear remembrance can remove , For oh ! how vast a memory has love ? My mufic , then , you could for ever hear , And all my words were mufic to your ear . You stopp'd with kiffes my enchanting tongue , 55 And found ...
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... joys with Like fome fad ftatue , fpeechlefs , pale Iftood , 125 Grief chill'd my breaft , and ftop'd my freezing blood ; you , No figh to rise , no tear had pow'r to flow , Fix'd in a stupid lethargy of woe : But when its way th ...
... joys with Like fome fad ftatue , fpeechlefs , pale Iftood , 125 Grief chill'd my breaft , and ftop'd my freezing blood ; you , No figh to rise , no tear had pow'r to flow , Fix'd in a stupid lethargy of woe : But when its way th ...
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... 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 life and joy , but I As if once more forfaken , I complain , And close my ...
... 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 life and joy , but I As if once more forfaken , I complain , And close my ...
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... joys before ; But , Phaon gone , thofe fhades delight no more . Here the prefs'd herbs with bending tops betray Where oft entwin'd in am'rous folds we lay ; 170 I kiss that earth which once was prefs'd by you , And all with tears the ...
... joys before ; But , Phaon gone , thofe fhades delight no more . Here the prefs'd herbs with bending tops betray Where oft entwin'd in am'rous folds we lay ; 170 I kiss that earth which once was prefs'd by you , And all with tears the ...
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... Joy to my foul , and vigour to my song : Abfent from thee , the Poet's flame expires ; 240 But ah ! how fiercely burn the Lover's fires ? Gods ! can no pray'rs , no fighs , no numbers move One favage heart , or teach it how to love ...
... Joy to my foul , and vigour to my song : Abfent from thee , the Poet's flame expires ; 240 But ah ! how fiercely burn the Lover's fires ? Gods ! can no pray'rs , no fighs , no numbers move One favage heart , or teach it how to love ...