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Let nature change , let heav'n and earth deplore , « Fair Daphne's dead , and
love is now no more ! ' Tis done , and nature's various charms decay ; See
gloomy clouds obfcure the chearful day ! Now hung with pearls the dropping
trees appear ...
Let nature change , let heav'n and earth deplore , « Fair Daphne's dead , and
love is now no more ! ' Tis done , and nature's various charms decay ; See
gloomy clouds obfcure the chearful day ! Now hung with pearls the dropping
trees appear ...
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I weep Columbo dead : Come , all ye winged Lovers , come , Drop Pinks and
Daisies on his Tomb : Sing Philomel his Funeral Verse , Ye pious Redbreasts
deck his Herse : Fair Swains extend your dying Throats , Columbo's Death
requires ...
I weep Columbo dead : Come , all ye winged Lovers , come , Drop Pinks and
Daisies on his Tomb : Sing Philomel his Funeral Verse , Ye pious Redbreasts
deck his Herse : Fair Swains extend your dying Throats , Columbo's Death
requires ...
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Their drooping Wings they pensive hung , Their Arrows broke , their Bows
unstrung ; They heard attentive what I said , And wept with me , Columbo dead :
For Him I sigh , for Him I moan , My dear Columbo , dead and gone . ' Tis ours to
weep ...
Their drooping Wings they pensive hung , Their Arrows broke , their Bows
unstrung ; They heard attentive what I said , And wept with me , Columbo dead :
For Him I sigh , for Him I moan , My dear Columbo , dead and gone . ' Tis ours to
weep ...
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T. No Sparrow , no , Let me indulge my pleasing Woe : Thus fighing , coeing ,
ease my Pain , But never wish nor love again : Distress'd for ever let me moan My
dear Columbo , dead and gorte . S. Our winged Friends thro ' all the Grove ...
T. No Sparrow , no , Let me indulge my pleasing Woe : Thus fighing , coeing ,
ease my Pain , But never wish nor love again : Distress'd for ever let me moan My
dear Columbo , dead and gorte . S. Our winged Friends thro ' all the Grove ...
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T. S. Again , if not a Wife , d'y ' see , Why then no Kin at all to me : And he who
general Tears can shed For Folks that happen to be dead , May e'en with equal
Justice mourn For those who never yet were born . Those Points indeed you ...
T. S. Again , if not a Wife , d'y ' see , Why then no Kin at all to me : And he who
general Tears can shed For Folks that happen to be dead , May e'en with equal
Justice mourn For those who never yet were born . Those Points indeed you ...
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Page 43 - The wolf also shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the kid; and the calf and the young lion and the fatling together; and a little child shall lead them.
Page 121 - Grace, And calls forth all the Wonders of her Face ; Sees by Degrees a purer Blush arise, And keener Lightnings quicken in her Eyes. The busy Sylphs surround their darling Care...
Page 132 - Soon as she spreads her hand, th' aerial guard Descend, and sit on each important card : First Ariel perch'd upon a matadore, Then each according to the rank they bore ; For sylphs, yet mindful of their ancient race, Are, as when women, wondrous fond of place.
Page 154 - Though mark'd by none but quick, poetic eyes: (So Rome's great founder to the heav'ns withdrew, To Proculus alone confess'd in view) A sudden star, it shot through liquid air, And drew behind a radiant trail of hair. Not Berenice's locks first rose so bright, The heav'ns bespangling with dishevel'd light.
Page 129 - And tremble at the sea that froths below ! He spoke ; the spirits from the sails descend , Some, orb in orb, around the nymph extend ; Some thrid the mazy ringlets of her hair ; Some hang upon the pendants of her ear ; With beating hearts the dire event they wait, Anxious, and trembling for the birth of Fate.
Page 117 - These, though unseen, are ever on the wing, Hang o'er the box, and hover round the ring.
Page 5 - If we would copy nature, it may be useful to take this idea along with us, that pastoral is an image of what they call the golden age. So that we are not to describe our shepherds as shepherds at this day really are, but as they may be conceived then to have been ; when the best of men followed the employment.
Page 112 - The Rosicrucians are a People I must bring You acquainted with. The best Account I know of them is in a French Book called Le Comte de Gabalis, which both in its Title and Size is so like a Novel, that many of the Fair Sex have read it for one by Mistake. According to these Gentlemen the four Elements are inhabited by Spirits, which they call Sylphs, Gnomes, Nymphs, and Salamanders. The Gnomes, or Daemons of Earth, delight in Mischief; but the Sylphs, whose Habitation is in the Air, are the best-conditioned...
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Page 139 - Kiss, Not Tyrants fierce that unrepenting die, Not Cynthia when her Manteau's pinn'd awry, E'er felt such Rage, Resentment, and Despair, As Thou, sad Virgin ! for thy ravish'd Hair. For, that sad moment, when the Sylphs withdrew, And Ariel weeping from BELINDA flew, Umbriel...
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| Title | The Works of Mr. Alexander Pope Eighteenth century collections online |
| Author | Alexander Pope |
| Illustrated by | George Vertue |
| Contributors | William Bowyer, Bernard Lintot |
| Publisher | W. Bowyer, 1717 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 8 Aug 2007 |
| Length | 408 pages |
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