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Steel did the Labour of the Gods destroy , And strike to Duft th'aspiring Tow'rs of Troyes Steel cou'd the Works of mortal Pride confound , And hew Triumphal Arches to the ground . What Wonder then , fair Nymph ! thy Hairs shou'd [ feel ...
Steel did the Labour of the Gods destroy , And strike to Duft th'aspiring Tow'rs of Troyes Steel cou'd the Works of mortal Pride confound , And hew Triumphal Arches to the ground . What Wonder then , fair Nymph ! thy Hairs shou'd [ feel ...
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Informacje bibliograficzne
| Tytuł | Miscellaneous Poems and Translations Eighteenth century collections online |
| Redaktor | Alexander Pope |
| Wydawca | Bernard Lintott, 1712 |
| W formie oryginalnej | Uniwersytet Oksfordzki |
| W formie cyfrowej | 20 Lip 2007 |
| Liczba stron | 344 |
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