The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Translations and imitationsC. Bathurst, 1770 |
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... patriaeque lyraeque , Laudis habet , uamvis grandius ille fonet . Si mihi difficilis formam natura negavit ; Ingenio formae damna rependo meae . ; 35 Sum No more the Lesbian dames my paffion move , Once 4 SAPPHO PHAONI .
... patriaeque lyraeque , Laudis habet , uamvis grandius ille fonet . Si mihi difficilis formam natura negavit ; Ingenio formae damna rependo meae . ; 35 Sum No more the Lesbian dames my paffion move , Once 4 SAPPHO PHAONI .
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Alexander Pope. No more the Lesbian dames my paffion move , Once the dear Objects of my guilty love ; All other loves are loft in only thine , 20 Ah youth ungrateful to a flame like mine ! Whom would not all those blooming charms ...
Alexander Pope. No more the Lesbian dames my paffion move , Once the dear Objects of my guilty love ; All other loves are loft in only thine , 20 Ah youth ungrateful to a flame like mine ! Whom would not all those blooming charms ...
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... move , Still is there cause for Sappho ftill to love : go 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 ftrains ...
... move , Still is there cause for Sappho ftill to love : go 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 ftrains ...
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... move One favage heart , or teach it how to love ? The winds my pray'rs , my fighs , my numbers bear , The flying winds have loft them all in air ! 245 Or when , alas ! fhall more aufpicious gales To these fond eyes reftore thy welcome ...
... move One favage heart , or teach it how to love ? The winds my pray'rs , my fighs , my numbers bear , The flying winds have loft them all in air ! 245 Or when , alas ! fhall more aufpicious gales To these fond eyes reftore thy welcome ...
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... move ? Too foon they taught me ' twas no fin to love : Back through the paths of pleasing sense I ran , Nor wish'd an Angel whom I lov'd a Man . Dim and remote the joys of faints I fee ; 70 Nor envy them that heav'n I lose for thee ...
... move ? Too foon they taught me ' twas no fin to love : Back through the paths of pleasing sense I ran , Nor wish'd an Angel whom I lov'd a Man . Dim and remote the joys of faints I fee ; 70 Nor envy them that heav'n I lose for thee ...