The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: In Four Volumes Complete. With His Last Corrections, Additions, and Improvements. Carefully Collated and Compared with Former Editions: Together with Notes from the Various Critics and CommentatorsEditor, and sold, 1778 |
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... or birds delight in air , Or in a Coach and Six the British Fair , As long as Atalantis fhall be read , Or the small pillow grace a Lady's bed , While vifits fhall be paid on folemn days , 165 When num'rous wax - lights in bright order ...
... or birds delight in air , Or in a Coach and Six the British Fair , As long as Atalantis fhall be read , Or the small pillow grace a Lady's bed , While vifits fhall be paid on folemn days , 165 When num'rous wax - lights in bright order ...
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