The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: In Four Volumes Complete. With His Last Corrections, Additions, and Improvements. Carefully Collated and Compared with Former Editions: Together with Notes from the Various Critics and CommentatorsEditor, and sold, 1778 |
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... once commend 5 . 10 15 A good companion , and as firm a friend . One moral , or a mere well - natur'd deed Can all defert in fciences exceed . ' Tis great delight to laugh at fome men's ways , But a much greater to give merit praise ...
... once commend 5 . 10 15 A good companion , and as firm a friend . One moral , or a mere well - natur'd deed Can all defert in fciences exceed . ' Tis great delight to laugh at fome men's ways , But a much greater to give merit praise ...
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... once in you , Sprightly as youth , as age confummate too : Your ftrains are regularly bold , and please With unforc'd care , and unaffected eafe , With proper thoughts , and lively images : Such as by nature to the ancients shewn , 5 IO ...
... once in you , Sprightly as youth , as age confummate too : Your ftrains are regularly bold , and please With unforc'd care , and unaffected eafe , With proper thoughts , and lively images : Such as by nature to the ancients shewn , 5 IO ...
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... once , like thine , in plains delight , Thine shall , like his , foon take a higher flight ; So larks , which firft from lowly fields arife , Mount by degrees , and reach at last the skies . 40 45 50 W. WYCHERLEY . To Mr. POPE , on his ...
... once , like thine , in plains delight , Thine shall , like his , foon take a higher flight ; So larks , which firft from lowly fields arife , Mount by degrees , and reach at last the skies . 40 45 50 W. WYCHERLEY . To Mr. POPE , on his ...
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... once the day , at once the night ! And here again what sweet confusion reigns , In dreary deferts mix'd with painted plains ! And fee ! the deserts caft a pleasing gloom , And fhrubby heaths rejoice in purple bloom : Whilft fruitful ...
... once the day , at once the night ! And here again what sweet confusion reigns , In dreary deferts mix'd with painted plains ! And fee ! the deserts caft a pleasing gloom , And fhrubby heaths rejoice in purple bloom : Whilft fruitful ...
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... once the fubject and the song divine . Peace , fung by thee , shall please ev'n Britons more 95 Than all their thouts for victory before . Oh ! could Britannia imitate thy stream , The world fhould tremble at her awful name : Froin ...
... once the fubject and the song divine . Peace , fung by thee , shall please ev'n Britons more 95 Than all their thouts for victory before . Oh ! could Britannia imitate thy stream , The world fhould tremble at her awful name : Froin ...
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