The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Translations and imitationsC. Bathurst, 1770 |
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... , formofe , relabere noftros : Non ut ames oro , verum ut amare finas , 106 Scribimus , et lacrymis oculi rorantur obortis : Afpice , quam fit in hoc multa litura loco . Si For whom fhould Sappho use such arts as these ? 10 SAPPHO PHAONI .
... , formofe , relabere noftros : Non ut ames oro , verum ut amare finas , 106 Scribimus , et lacrymis oculi rorantur obortis : Afpice , quam fit in hoc multa litura loco . Si For whom fhould Sappho use such arts as these ? 10 SAPPHO PHAONI .
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... these arms , and melt in this embrace ; 105 The vows you never will return , 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 ...
... these arms , and melt in this embrace ; 105 The vows you never will return , 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 ...
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... 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 eyes to dream of you again ...
... 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 eyes to dream of you again ...
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... these rocks than to thy bofom preft ? 225 This breaft which once , in vain ! you lik'd fo well ; Where the Loves play'd , and where the Muses dwell . Alas ! the Mufes now no more inspire , Untun'd my lute , and filent is my lyre , Non ...
... these rocks than to thy bofom preft ? 225 This breaft which once , in vain ! you lik'd fo well ; Where the Loves play'd , and where the Muses dwell . Alas ! the Mufes now no more inspire , Untun'd my lute , and filent is my lyre , Non ...
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... these hands shall touch the trembling ftring : My Phaon's fled , and I those arts refign 235 ( Wretch that I am , to call that Phaon mine ! ) Return , fair youth , return , and bring along Joy to my foul , and vigour to my song : Abfent ...
... these hands shall touch the trembling ftring : My Phaon's fled , and I those arts refign 235 ( Wretch that I am , to call that Phaon mine ! ) Return , fair youth , return , and bring along Joy to my foul , and vigour to my song : Abfent ...