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The tender lambs he raises in his arms , Feeds from his hand , and in his bosom
warms ; Thus shall mankind his guardian care engage , The promis'd.k father of
the future age . No more shall nation against nation rise , Nor ardent warriors ...
The tender lambs he raises in his arms , Feeds from his hand , and in his bosom
warms ; Thus shall mankind his guardian care engage , The promis'd.k father of
the future age . No more shall nation against nation rise , Nor ardent warriors ...
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Twas this , the morning omens seem'd to tell ; Thrice from my trembling hand the
patch - box fell ; The tott'ring china shook without a wind , Nay , Poll fate mute ,
and shock was inost unkind ! A Sylph too warn'd me of the threats of fate , In
mystic ...
Twas this , the morning omens seem'd to tell ; Thrice from my trembling hand the
patch - box fell ; The tott'ring china shook without a wind , Nay , Poll fate mute ,
and shock was inost unkind ! A Sylph too warn'd me of the threats of fate , In
mystic ...
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Oh write it not , my hand — The name appears Already written wash it out , my
tears ! In vain loft Eloisa weeps and prays , Her heart ftill dictates , and her hand
obeys . Relentless walls ! whose darksom round contains Repentant fighs , and ...
Oh write it not , my hand — The name appears Already written wash it out , my
tears ! In vain loft Eloisa weeps and prays , Her heart ftill dictates , and her hand
obeys . Relentless walls ! whose darksom round contains Repentant fighs , and ...
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Alas how chang'd ! what sudden horrors rise ? A naked lover bound and
bleeding lies ! Where , where was Eloise ! her voice , her hand , Her ponyard ,
had oppos'd the dire command . Barbarian stay ! that bloody hand restrain ; The
crime ...
Alas how chang'd ! what sudden horrors rise ? A naked lover bound and
bleeding lies ! Where , where was Eloise ! her voice , her hand , Her ponyard ,
had oppos'd the dire command . Barbarian stay ! that bloody hand restrain ; The
crime ...
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The proper utensil not plac'd at hand , She rose , by pure necessity constrain'd .
That grand affair dispatch'd , and feeling round Her husband's bed ; no cradle
could be found . Where am I ? Benedicite , she said ! This is undoubtedly the ...
The proper utensil not plac'd at hand , She rose , by pure necessity constrain'd .
That grand affair dispatch'd , and feeling round Her husband's bed ; no cradle
could be found . Where am I ? Benedicite , she said ! This is undoubtedly the ...
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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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