An Essay on the Genius and Writings of Pope ...R. and J. Dodsley, 1762 |
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... world in early youth they fled , By thee to mountains , wilds , and defarts led ; You rais'd thefe hallow'd walls ; the defart fmil'd , And paradife was open'd in the wild .. * V. 123 . + V. 125 . V. 129 . I " Nihil hic fuper alienum ...
... world in early youth they fled , By thee to mountains , wilds , and defarts led ; You rais'd thefe hallow'd walls ; the defart fmil'd , And paradife was open'd in the wild .. * V. 123 . + V. 125 . V. 129 . I " Nihil hic fuper alienum ...
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