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To the Right Honourable GEORGE Lord LANSDOWN . Non injusfa cano : Te
nostre , Vare , myrica , Te Nemus omne canet ; nec Phöbo gratior ulla eft quàm
fibi que Vari prascripsit pagina nomen . VIRG . Ecl . 6 . A 3 -- WINDSOR -
FOREST .
To the Right Honourable GEORGE Lord LANSDOWN . Non injusfa cano : Te
nostre , Vare , myrica , Te Nemus omne canet ; nec Phöbo gratior ulla eft quàm
fibi que Vari prascripsit pagina nomen . VIRG . Ecl . 6 . A 3 -- WINDSOR -
FOREST .
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But let a Lord once own the happy lines , How the wit brightens ! how the style
refines ! Before his sacred name flies ev'ry fault , And each exalted ftanza teems
with thought The vulgar thus through imitation err ; As oft the learn'd by being ...
But let a Lord once own the happy lines , How the wit brightens ! how the style
refines ! Before his sacred name flies ev'ry fault , And each exalted ftanza teems
with thought The vulgar thus through imitation err ; As oft the learn'd by being ...
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Say what strange motive , Goddess ! conld compc ! A well - bred Lord t'affault a
gentle Belle ? Oh say what Aranger caufe , yet unexplorid , Cou'd make a gentle
Belle reject a Lord ? And dwells fuch rage in softest bofoniš then ? And THE ...
Say what strange motive , Goddess ! conld compc ! A well - bred Lord t'affault a
gentle Belle ? Oh say what Aranger caufe , yet unexplorid , Cou'd make a gentle
Belle reject a Lord ? And dwells fuch rage in softest bofoniš then ? And THE ...
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Still in constraint your fuff'ring sex remains , Or bound in formal , or in real chains ;
Whole years neglected for some months ador'd , The fawning servant turns a
haughty lord ; Ah qait not the free innocence of life , For the dull glory of a virtuous
...
Still in constraint your fuff'ring sex remains , Or bound in formal , or in real chains ;
Whole years neglected for some months ador'd , The fawning servant turns a
haughty lord ; Ah qait not the free innocence of life , For the dull glory of a virtuous
...
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The man was warm , with wealth in private for'd , And abler far to purchase than
his Lord . He knew his honour's humour to a hair , When it was fit to ask , or to
forbear . Whene'er his Lordship wanted a supply , He with a busie careful face ...
The man was warm , with wealth in private for'd , And abler far to purchase than
his Lord . He knew his honour's humour to a hair , When it was fit to ask , or to
forbear . Whene'er his Lordship wanted a supply , He with a busie careful face ...
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| Заглавие | Miscellaneous Poems and Translations, Том 1 Miscellaneous Poems and Translations, Alexander Pope |
| Автор | Alexander Pope |
| Издател | Bernard Lintot, 1722 |
| Оригиналът е от | Оксфордският университет |
| Цифровизирана на | 2 авг. 2007 |
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