When from the cenfer clouds of fragrance roll, And fwelling organs lift the rifing foul, One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight, Priefts, tapers, temples, fwim before my fight : In feas of flame my plunging foul is drown'd, 275 While Altars blaze,... The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Translations and imitations - Page 35 by Alexander Pope - 1752 Full view -
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