The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Translations and imitationsC. Bathurst, 1770 |
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... tears in fadder notes to flow , And tun'd my heart to Elegies of woe . I burn , I burn , as when through ripen'd corn By driving winds the spreading flames are born ! Phaon to Aetna's fcorching fields retires , While I confume with more ...
... tears in fadder notes to flow , And tun'd my heart to Elegies of woe . I burn , I burn , as when through ripen'd corn By driving winds the spreading flames are born ! Phaon to Aetna's fcorching fields retires , While I confume with more ...
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... tears ; My brother next , neglecting wealth and fame , 75 Ignobly burn'd in a destructive flame : An infant daughter late my griefs increas'd , And all a mother's cares diftract my breast . Alas , what more could fate itself impofe ...
... tears ; My brother next , neglecting wealth and fame , 75 Ignobly burn'd in a destructive flame : An infant daughter late my griefs increas'd , And all a mother's cares diftract my breast . Alas , what more could fate itself impofe ...
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... , receive ; And take at least the love you will not give . See , while I write , my words are loft in tears ! The less my sense , the more my love appears . 110 Sure Si tam certus eras hinc ire , modeftius iffes , SAPPHO TO PHAON . II.
... , receive ; And take at least the love you will not give . See , while I write , my words are loft in tears ! The less my sense , the more my love appears . 110 Sure Si tam certus eras hinc ire , modeftius iffes , SAPPHO TO PHAON . II.
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... tear did you , no parting kiss receive , Nor knew I then how much I was to grieve . No lover's gift your Sappho could ... tears again . Not fiercer pangs diftract the mournful dame , Whose first - born infant feeds the fun'ral flame . My ...
... tear did you , no parting kiss receive , Nor knew I then how much I was to grieve . No lover's gift your Sappho could ... tears again . Not fiercer pangs diftract the mournful dame , Whose first - born infant feeds the fun'ral flame . My ...
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... tears , His hated image ever haunts my eyes , And why this grief ? thy daughter lives , he cries . Stung with my love , and furious with despair , All torn my garments , and my bofom bare , 140 My woes , thy crimes , I to the world ...
... tears , His hated image ever haunts my eyes , And why this grief ? thy daughter lives , he cries . Stung with my love , and furious with despair , All torn my garments , and my bofom bare , 140 My woes , thy crimes , I to the world ...