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Those half - learn'd witlings , num'rous in our isle , As half - form'd infects on the
banks of Nile ' ; Unfinish'd things , one knows not what to call ; Their generation's
so equivocal : To tell'em ; would a hundred tongues require , Or one vaiñ wit's ...
Those half - learn'd witlings , num'rous in our isle , As half - form'd infects on the
banks of Nile ' ; Unfinish'd things , one knows not what to call ; Their generation's
so equivocal : To tell'em ; would a hundred tongues require , Or one vaiñ wit's ...
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Tis not enough your counsel still be true , Blunt truths more mischief than nice
falfhoods do ; Men must be taught as if you taught them not , And things unknown
propos'd as things forgot , Without good breeding , truth is dif - approv'd ; That
only ...
Tis not enough your counsel still be true , Blunt truths more mischief than nice
falfhoods do ; Men must be taught as if you taught them not , And things unknown
propos'd as things forgot , Without good breeding , truth is dif - approv'd ; That
only ...
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Rome and the Catacombs the knew full well , Strange things of Cologne and its
Kings could tell ; Spain she had travellid o'er from end to end , And good St.
James was very much her friend . Of various haps and perils by the way , Much
had ...
Rome and the Catacombs the knew full well , Strange things of Cologne and its
Kings could tell ; Spain she had travellid o'er from end to end , And good St.
James was very much her friend . Of various haps and perils by the way , Much
had ...
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A Steward of the Temple next must come , A pattern for all caterers in town : The
price of every thing each market had , He knew , and nicely pick'd the ... A practis'
d lawyer all things understands , Th'affairs of half the nation pass their hands .
A Steward of the Temple next must come , A pattern for all caterers in town : The
price of every thing each market had , He knew , and nicely pick'd the ... A practis'
d lawyer all things understands , Th'affairs of half the nation pass their hands .
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HE Reve , a little , lender , cholrick thing ; T His face shay'd close , and not a hair
on chin : His locks above his ears , an inch at least , And dock'd before , like any
begging prieft : His active legs were very long and lean , Strait as a staff , no calf ...
HE Reve , a little , lender , cholrick thing ; T His face shay'd close , and not a hair
on chin : His locks above his ears , an inch at least , And dock'd before , like any
begging prieft : His active legs were very long and lean , Strait as a staff , no calf ...
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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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