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الصفحة 17
... force to ravish , or by fraud betray ; For when success a lover's toil attends , Few ask if fraud or force attain'd his ends . For this , ere Phoebus rose , he had implor'd Propitious Heav'n , and ev'ry pow'r ador'd , But chiefly Love ...
... force to ravish , or by fraud betray ; For when success a lover's toil attends , Few ask if fraud or force attain'd his ends . For this , ere Phoebus rose , he had implor'd Propitious Heav'n , and ev'ry pow'r ador'd , But chiefly Love ...
الصفحة 21
... brightest fair That e'er deserv'd a watchful spirit's care ; Some dire disaster , or by force or slight ; But what , or where , the Fates have wrapp'd in night . Whether the nymph shall break Diana's law , Or some 21.
... brightest fair That e'er deserv'd a watchful spirit's care ; Some dire disaster , or by force or slight ; But what , or where , the Fates have wrapp'd in night . Whether the nymph shall break Diana's law , Or some 21.
الصفحة 30
... force with care : ' Let Spades be trumps ! ' she said , and trumps they were . Now move to war her sable Matadores , In show like leaders of the swarthy Moors . Spadillio first , unconquerable lord ! Led off two captive trumps , and ...
... force with care : ' Let Spades be trumps ! ' she said , and trumps they were . Now move to war her sable Matadores , In show like leaders of the swarthy Moors . Spadillio first , unconquerable lord ! Led off two captive trumps , and ...
الصفحة 38
... of Troy ; Steel could the works of mortal pride confound , And hew triumphal arches to the ground . What wonder then , fair nymph ! thy hair should feel The conqu❜ring force of unresisted steel ? THE RAPE OF THE LOCK . CANTO IV . THE 38.
... of Troy ; Steel could the works of mortal pride confound , And hew triumphal arches to the ground . What wonder then , fair nymph ! thy hair should feel The conqu❜ring force of unresisted steel ? THE RAPE OF THE LOCK . CANTO IV . THE 38.
الصفحة 46
... force of female lungs , Sighs , sobs , and passions , and the war of tongues . A vial next she fills with fainting fears , Soft sorrows , melting griefs , and flowing tears . The gnome rejoicing bears her gifts away , Spreads his black ...
... force of female lungs , Sighs , sobs , and passions , and the war of tongues . A vial next she fills with fainting fears , Soft sorrows , melting griefs , and flowing tears . The gnome rejoicing bears her gifts away , Spreads his black ...
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Æneid aërial airy ancient Ariel arms beau beauty beaux behold Belinda billet-doux bodkin bosom breast breath bright CANTO CANTO III Caryl caus'd charms cheek Clarissa conceal'd cry'd dæmons E'en e'er earth edition Elves ev'ry fair fair head fate FIDu fierce fix'd flies flow'rs glitt'ring grace hair half hand heart Heav'n heav'nly Homer honour humour Iliad ladies lap-dogs Lesbia lines added lock lord Lord Petre machinery maid Matadore mighty mortal nymph o'er their head ombre open'd OVID Parnell passions poem poet Pope pray'rs pride prize prude Published November Pyxide quæ Queen rage rais'd RAPE repair resound rising round Roveray seem'd shining sighs silver sing Sir Plume skies snuff-box soft soon soul Spades spirits Spleen spread sprites Sylphs and Gnomes tears Thalestris thee things thou Thrice toilet tow'rs trembling tresses trumps Twas Umbriel Unnumber'd vapour vial VIRG virgin whisper wings wits wretched
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الصفحة 20 - Planets through the boundless Sky. Some less refin'd, beneath the Moon's pale Light Pursue the Stars that shoot athwart the Night ; Or suck the Mists in grosser Air below, Or dip their Pinions in the painted Bow, Or brew fierce Tempests on the wintry Main, Or o'er the Glebe distil the kindly Rain.
الصفحة 37 - T' inclose the lock ; now joins it, to divide. Ev'n then, before the fatal engine clos'd, A wretched sylph too fondly interpos'd ; Fate urg'd the shears, and cut the sylph in twain, (But airy substance soon unites again) The meeting points the sacred hair dissever From the fair head, for ever, and for ever ! Then flash'd the living lightning from her eyes, • And screams of horror rend th
الصفحة 36 - The little engine on his fingers' ends; This just behind Belinda's neck he spread, As o'er the fragrant steams she bends her head. Swift to the Lock a thousand sprites repair, A thousand wings, by turns, blow back the hair; And thrice they twitch'd the diamond in her ear; Thrice she look'd back, and thrice the foe drew near.
الصفحة 11 - Th' inferior priestess, at her altar's side, Trembling, begins the sacred rites of Pride. Unnumber'd treasures ope at once, and here The various offerings of the world appear ; From each she nicely culls with curious toil, And decks the goddess with the glittering spoil.
الصفحة 51 - In some lone isle, or distant northern land : Where the gilt chariot never marks the way, Where none learn ombre, none e'er taste bohea ! There kept my charms conceal'd from mortal eye ! Like roses that in deserts bloom and die.
الصفحة 15 - Which Jews might kiss, and infidels adore. Her lively looks a sprightly mind disclose, Quick as her eyes, and as unfix'd as those: Favours to none, to all she smiles extends; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike.
الصفحة 31 - Sad chance of war! now destitute of aid, Falls undistinguish'd by the victor spade! Thus far both armies to Belinda yield; 65 Now to the baron fate inclines the field. His warlike Amazon her host invades, Th' imperial consort of the crown of spades.
الصفحة 35 - And see through all things with his half-shut eyes) Sent up in vapours to the Baron's brain New stratagems, the radiant Lock to gain.
الصفحة 44 - Of bodies changed to various forms by Spleen. Here living tea-pots stand, one arm held out, One bent; the handle this, and that the spout...
الصفحة 61 - Form'da vast buckle for his widow's gown: Her infant grandame's whistle next it grew, The bells she jingled, and the whistle blew; Then in a bodkin grac'd her mother's hairs, Which long she wore, and now Belinda wears. ) "Boast not my fall