The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, Volume 4Ingram, Cooke, 1854 |
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... Countess of Burlington cutting paper 274 The Looking - Glass 275 .. Lines on a Grotto at Crux - Easton , Hants 276 Song 276 Verses left by Mr. Pope 277 A Prologue 278 The Lamentation of Glumdalclitch for the loss of Grildrig 278 Mary ...
... Countess of Burlington cutting paper 274 The Looking - Glass 275 .. Lines on a Grotto at Crux - Easton , Hants 276 Song 276 Verses left by Mr. Pope 277 A Prologue 278 The Lamentation of Glumdalclitch for the loss of Grildrig 278 Mary ...
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... Countess , here , in ermin'd pride , Is there , Pastora by a fountain side . Here Fannia , leering on her own good man , And there , a naked Leda with a swan . Let then the fair one beautifully cry In Magdalen's loose hair and lifted ...
... Countess , here , in ermin'd pride , Is there , Pastora by a fountain side . Here Fannia , leering on her own good man , And there , a naked Leda with a swan . Let then the fair one beautifully cry In Magdalen's loose hair and lifted ...
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... Countess of Suffolk - the Chloe of the poem - heard her order her footman to put her in mind to send to know how Mrs. Blount , who was ill , had passed the night . ] From peer or bishop ' tis no easy thing 195 EP . II . ] 27 MORAL ESSAYS .
... Countess of Suffolk - the Chloe of the poem - heard her order her footman to put her in mind to send to know how Mrs. Blount , who was ill , had passed the night . ] From peer or bishop ' tis no easy thing 195 EP . II . ] 27 MORAL ESSAYS .
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... COUNTESS OF SUFFOLK . Ver . 157. Yet Chloe sure was form'd without a spot . ] Henrietta Hobart , daughter of Sir Henry Hobart , married first to the Hon . Charles Howard , afterwards Earl of Suffolk , and secondly to the Hon . George ...
... COUNTESS OF SUFFOLK . Ver . 157. Yet Chloe sure was form'd without a spot . ] Henrietta Hobart , daughter of Sir Henry Hobart , married first to the Hon . Charles Howard , afterwards Earl of Suffolk , and secondly to the Hon . George ...
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... countess became mistress of the robes , and three years afterwards she retired from Court . Her health had always been precarious , and she laboured under the infirmity of deafness , but the principal cause of her retirement was that ...
... countess became mistress of the robes , and three years afterwards she retired from Court . Her health had always been precarious , and she laboured under the infirmity of deafness , but the principal cause of her retirement was that ...
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