twould a Saint provoke, (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke) No, let a charming Chintz, and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — «<• And— Betty— give this...
The poetical works of Alexander Pope, ed. with notes and intr. memoir by A.W ... - الصفحة 235
بواسطة Alexander Pope - 1869
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