Alexander Pope (Александр Поуп)

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You know where you did despise
(Tother day) my little Eyes,
Little Legs, and little Thighs,
And some things, of little Size,
You know where.

You, tis true, have fine black eyes,
Taper legs, and tempting Thighs,
Yet what more than all we prize
Is a Thing of little Size,
You know where. 

1. Prayer of St. Francis Xavier
2. Verses Left by Mr. Pope
3. The Three Gentle Shepherds
4. On Seeing the Ladies Crux-Easton Walk in the Woods by the Grotto
5. The Dying Christian to His Soul

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