The Works of Alexander Pope: Satires, &cJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... deridet , quam quod probat et veneratur . Nil moror " officium , quod me gravat : ac neque fict O In pejus vultu proponi cereus ufquam , Nec prave factis decorari verfibus opto : Ne rubeam pingui donatus munere , et una Cum fcriptore ...
... deridet , quam quod probat et veneratur . Nil moror " officium , quod me gravat : ac neque fict O In pejus vultu proponi cereus ufquam , Nec prave factis decorari verfibus opto : Ne rubeam pingui donatus munere , et una Cum fcriptore ...
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| Tytuł | The Works of Alexander Pope: Satires, &c Tom 4 z The Works of Alexander Pope: Esq., with His Last Corrections, Additions, and Improvements; as They Were Delivered to the Editor a Little Before His Death; Together with the Commentaries and Notes of Mr. Warburton, William Warburton |
| Autor | Alexander Pope |
| Wydawca | J. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
| W formie oryginalnej | Uniwersytet Oksfordzki |
| W formie cyfrowej | 11 Lip 2007 |
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