Miscellaneous Poems and Translations, Том 1 |
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Aw'd by his Nobles , by his Commons curst , Th ' oppreffor rul'd tyrannick where
he durft , Stretch'd o'er the Poor , and Church , his iron rod , And treats alike his
vassals and his God . Who'm ev'n the Saxon spar'd , and bloody Dane , The ...
Aw'd by his Nobles , by his Commons curst , Th ' oppreffor rul'd tyrannick where
he durft , Stretch'd o'er the Poor , and Church , his iron rod , And treats alike his
vassals and his God . Who'm ev'n the Saxon spar'd , and bloody Dane , The ...
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When Ajax strives , some rock's vast weight to throw , The line too labours , and
the words move Now ; Not so when swift Camilla fcours the plain , Flies o'er th '
unbending corn , and skims along the main . Hear how * Timotheus ' various lays
...
When Ajax strives , some rock's vast weight to throw , The line too labours , and
the words move Now ; Not so when swift Camilla fcours the plain , Flies o'er th '
unbending corn , and skims along the main . Hear how * Timotheus ' various lays
...
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Some less refin'd , beneath the moon's pale light Hover , and catch the shooting
stars by night ; Or fuck the mifts in groffer air below , Or dip their pinions in the
painted bow , Or brew fierce tempests on the wintry main , Or o'er the ...
Some less refin'd , beneath the moon's pale light Hover , and catch the shooting
stars by night ; Or fuck the mifts in groffer air below , Or dip their pinions in the
painted bow , Or brew fierce tempests on the wintry main , Or o'er the ...
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What tho ' no facred earth allow thee room , Nor hallow'd dirge be mutter'd o'er
thy tomb ? Yet shall thy grave with rising flow'rs be drest , And the green turf lie
lightly on thy breast : There Thall the morn her earliest tears bestow , There the
first ...
What tho ' no facred earth allow thee room , Nor hallow'd dirge be mutter'd o'er
thy tomb ? Yet shall thy grave with rising flow'rs be drest , And the green turf lie
lightly on thy breast : There Thall the morn her earliest tears bestow , There the
first ...
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O curft , dear horrors of all conscious night ! How glowing guilt exalts the keen
delight " ! Provoking dæmons all restraint remove , And stir within me ev'ry source
of love . I hear thee , view thee , gaze o'er all thy charms , And round thy phantom
...
O curft , dear horrors of all conscious night ! How glowing guilt exalts the keen
delight " ! Provoking dæmons all restraint remove , And stir within me ev'ry source
of love . I hear thee , view thee , gaze o'er all thy charms , And round thy phantom
...
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Страница 166 - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence., and a dread repose: Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
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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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