Just where the breath of life his nostrils drew, A charge of snuff the wily virgin threw. The gnomes direct, to every atom just, The pungent grains of titillating dust. Sudden, with starting tears each eye o'erflows, And the high dome re-echoes to his... The Poetical Works of A. Pope: Including His Translation of Homer , to which ... - 第 69 頁 Alexander Pope 著 - 1836 - 442 頁 完整檢視 - 關於此書
