The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... of paffions , Love and Fame . 40 Yet write , oh write me all , that I may join Griefs to thy griefs , and echo fighs to thine . Nor foes nor fortune take this pow'r away ; And is my Abelard less kind than they ? Tears still are mine ...
... of paffions , Love and Fame . 40 Yet write , oh write me all , that I may join Griefs to thy griefs , and echo fighs to thine . Nor foes nor fortune take this pow'r away ; And is my Abelard less kind than they ? Tears still are mine ...
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