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Alexander Pope. ( 3 ) SAPPHO ΤΟ PH A O N. AY , lovely youth , that do'ft my heart command , SAY , lovely youth , that do'ft Can Phaon's eyes forget his Sappho's hand ? Muft then her name the wretched writer prove , To thy remembrance ...
Alexander Pope. ( 3 ) SAPPHO ΤΟ PH A O N. AY , lovely youth , that do'ft my heart command , SAY , lovely youth , that do'ft Can Phaon's eyes forget his Sappho's hand ? Muft then her name the wretched writer prove , To thy remembrance ...
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Alexander Pope. All other loves are loft in only thine , Ah youth ungrateful to a flame like mine ! 20 Whom would not all those blooming charms furprize , Those heav'nly looks , and dear deluding eyes ? The harp and bow would you like ...
Alexander Pope. All other loves are loft in only thine , Ah youth ungrateful to a flame like mine ! 20 Whom would not all those blooming charms furprize , Those heav'nly looks , and dear deluding eyes ? The harp and bow would you like ...
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... , Fugiunt tua gaudia , dixit ; Nec me flere diu , nec potuiffe loqui ; Et lacrymae deerant oculis , et lingua palato : Aftri & tum gelido frigore pectus erat . I 20 1 O fcarce a youth , yet scarce a tender boy 10 SAP PHO PHAONI .
... , Fugiunt tua gaudia , dixit ; Nec me flere diu , nec potuiffe loqui ; Et lacrymae deerant oculis , et lingua palato : Aftri & tum gelido frigore pectus erat . I 20 1 O fcarce a youth , yet scarce a tender boy 10 SAP PHO PHAONI .
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Alexander Pope. O fcarce a youth , yet scarce a tender boy ! O useful time for lovers to employ ! Pride of thy age , and glory of thy race , 105 110 115 Come to these arms , and melt in this embrace ! The vows you never will return ...
Alexander Pope. O fcarce a youth , yet scarce a tender boy ! O useful time for lovers to employ ! Pride of thy age , and glory of thy race , 105 110 115 Come to these arms , and melt in this embrace ! The vows you never will return ...
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... youth , aḥ why To diftant feas muft tender Sappho fly ? Thy charms than thofe may far more pow'rful be , And Phoebus ' felf is lefs a God to me . 226 Ah ! can't thou doom me to the rocks and fea , O far more faithlefs and more hard than ...
... youth , aḥ why To diftant feas muft tender Sappho fly ? Thy charms than thofe may far more pow'rful be , And Phoebus ' felf is lefs a God to me . 226 Ah ! can't thou doom me to the rocks and fea , O far more faithlefs and more hard than ...
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Pagina 36 - And more than Echoes talk along the walls. Here, as I watch'd the dying lamps around, From yonder shrine I heard a hollow sound. 'Come, sister, come!' (it said, or seem'd to say) 'Thy place is here, sad sister, come away! 310 Once like thyself, I trembled, wept, and pray'd, Love's victim then, tho...