 | Alexander Pope - 1872 - عدد الصفحات: 744
...who gives my breast a thousand pains, Can make me feel each passion that he feigns ; Eurage, compose, with more than magic art, With pity, and with terror, tear my heart : And snatch me, o'er the earth, or through the air, To Thebes, to Athens, when he will, and where. But not... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1872 - عدد الصفحات: 192
...who gives my breast a thousand pains, Can make me feel each passion that he feigns; Inrage, compose, with more than magic art, With pity, and with terror, tear my heart; And snatch me, o'er the earth, or thro' the air, To Thebes, to Athens, when he will, and where. But not... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1872 - عدد الصفحات: 168
...who gives my breast a thousand pains, Can make me feel each passion that he feigns; Inrage, compose, with more than magic art, With pity, and with terror, tear my heart; And snatch me, o'er the earth, or thro' the air, To Thebes, to Athens, when he will, and where. But not... | |
 | Samuel Austin Allibone - 1875 - عدد الصفحات: 794
...my breast a thousand pains ; Can make me feel each passion that he feigns ; Enrage — compose — with more than magic art, With pity and with terror tear my heart ; And snatch me o'er the earth, or through the air, To Thebes, to Athens, when he will, and where. HORACE,... | |
 | Joseph Addison - 1875 - عدد الصفحات: 566
...»nan of \'d pains, Can make me feel each pas*5 ^ fro*s* feign5: . - Epist. ii. L 2og Enrage, compose, with more than magic art, With pity, and with terror, tear my heart ; And snatch me o'er the earth, or through the air, To Thebes, to Athens, when he will, and where. POPE.... | |
 | Joseph Addison - 1875 - عدد الصفحات: 584
...who gives my breast a thousand pains, Can make me feel each passion that he feigns; Enrage, compose, with more than magic art, With pity, and with terror, tear my heart ; And snatch me o'er the earth, or through the air, To Thebes, to Athens, when he will, and where. POPE.... | |
 | Robert Aitkin Bertram - 1877 - عدد الصفحات: 766
...my breast a thousand pains ; Can make me feel each passion that he feigns ; Enrage — compose — foreign lands. I hate that drum's discordant sound, Parading round, an snatch me o'er the earth, or through the air, To Thebes, to Athens, when he will, and where. Horaif,... | |
 | Samuel Austin Allibone - 1878 - عدد الصفحات: 788
...my breast a thousand pains ; Can make me feel each passion that he feigns ; Enrage — compose — with more than magic art, With pity and with terror tear my heart ; And snatch me o'er the earth, or through the air, To Thebes, to Athens, when he will, and where. HORACE,... | |
 | Arthur B. Davison - 1880 - عدد الصفحات: 396
...who gives my breast a thousand pains, Can make me feel each passion that he feigns ; Enrage, compose, with more than magic art ; With pity, and with terror, tear my heart ; And snatch me, o'er the earth, or through the air, To Thebes, to Athens, when he will and where. Pope —... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1881 - عدد الصفحات: 176
...who gives my breast a thousand pains, Can make me feel each passion that he feigns; Inrage, compose, with more than magic art, With pity, and with terror, tear my heart; And snatch me, o'er the earth, or thro' the air, To Thebes, to Athens, when he will, and where. But not... | |
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To know the poet from the man of rhymes: Tis he, who gives my breast a thousand pains, Can make me feel each passion that he feigns; Enrage, compose... 
