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A vial next she fills with fainting fears , Soft sorrows , mleting griefs , and flowing
tears . The Gnome rejoicing bears her gift away , Spreads his black wings , and
slowly mounts to day . Sunk in Thaleftris ' arms the nymph he found , Her eyes ...
A vial next she fills with fainting fears , Soft sorrows , mleting griefs , and flowing
tears . The Gnome rejoicing bears her gift away , Spreads his black wings , and
slowly mounts to day . Sunk in Thaleftris ' arms the nymph he found , Her eyes ...
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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 roses of
the year . shall blow ; While angels with their filver wings o'ershade The ground ...
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 roses of
the year . shall blow ; While angels with their filver wings o'ershade The ground ...
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Here tears shall flow from a more gen'rous cause , Such tears as patriots ( hed for
dying laws : He bids your breasts with ancient ardour rise , And calls forth Roman
drops from British eyes . Virtue confess'd in human shape he draws , What ...
Here tears shall flow from a more gen'rous cause , Such tears as patriots ( hed for
dying laws : He bids your breasts with ancient ardour rise , And calls forth Roman
drops from British eyes . Virtue confess'd in human shape he draws , What ...
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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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Thy voice I seem in every hymn to hear , With ev'ry bead I drop too soft a tear . ...
and those tears , Take back my fruitless penitence and pray'rs , Snatch me , juft
mounting , from the blest abode , Aflift the fiends , and tear me from my God !
Thy voice I seem in every hymn to hear , With ev'ry bead I drop too soft a tear . ...
and those tears , Take back my fruitless penitence and pray'rs , Snatch me , juft
mounting , from the blest abode , Aflift the fiends , and tear me from my God !
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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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