The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: In Nine Volumes Complete, with His Last Corrections, Additions, and Improvements, as They Were Delivered to the Editor a Little Before His Death, Together with the Commentary and Notes of Mr. Warburton, 2. köideA. Millar, J. and R. Tonson, C. Bathurst, R. Baldwin, W. Johnston, J. Richardson, B. Law, S. Crowder, T. Longman, T. Field, and T. Caslon, 1760 |
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... King : Bright as the rifing fun , in fummer's day , 345 And fresh and blooming as the month of May ! The joyful Knight furvey'd her by his fide , Nor envy'd Paris with the Spartan bride : Still as his mind revolv'd with vast delight Th ...
... King : Bright as the rifing fun , in fummer's day , 345 And fresh and blooming as the month of May ! The joyful Knight furvey'd her by his fide , Nor envy'd Paris with the Spartan bride : Still as his mind revolv'd with vast delight Th ...
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... around , The fruitful banks with verdant laurels crown'd : About this spring ( if ancient fame fay true ) The dapper Elves their moon - light sports pursue : Their pigmy king , and little fairy queen , 461 JANUARY AND MAY . 105.
... around , The fruitful banks with verdant laurels crown'd : About this spring ( if ancient fame fay true ) The dapper Elves their moon - light sports pursue : Their pigmy king , and little fairy queen , 461 JANUARY AND MAY . 105.
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... king , and little fairy queen , 461 In circling dances gambol'd on the green , While tuneful fprites a merry concert made , And airy mufic warbled thro ' the fhade . Hither the noble knight would oft repair , 465 ( His fcene of pleasure ...
... king , and little fairy queen , 461 In circling dances gambol'd on the green , While tuneful fprites a merry concert made , And airy mufic warbled thro ' the fhade . Hither the noble knight would oft repair , 465 ( His fcene of pleasure ...
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... King bespoke his Queen . ' Tis too apparent , argue what you can , The treachery you women use to man : A thousand authors have this truth made out , And fad experience leaves no room for doubt . 630 Heav'n reft thy fpirit , noble ...
... King bespoke his Queen . ' Tis too apparent , argue what you can , The treachery you women use to man : A thousand authors have this truth made out , And fad experience leaves no room for doubt . 630 Heav'n reft thy fpirit , noble ...
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... King who knew your wickedness ; The fon of Sirach teftifies no lefs . So may fome wildfire on your bodies fall , 640 Or fome devouring plague confume you all ; As well you view the leacher in the tree , And well this honourable Knight ...
... King who knew your wickedness ; The fon of Sirach teftifies no lefs . So may fome wildfire on your bodies fall , 640 Or fome devouring plague confume you all ; As well you view the leacher in the tree , And well this honourable Knight ...
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