A Collection of Poems: In Six Volumes, Том 4 |
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Alse from each region to their ? drad abode Came youth unnumber ' d , crowding
all to taste The streams of Science ... O ' er every source , protectress of the
stream , One of those Virgin Sifters did preside ; Who , dignifying with her noble ...
Alse from each region to their ? drad abode Came youth unnumber ' d , crowding
all to taste The streams of Science ... O ' er every source , protectress of the
stream , One of those Virgin Sifters did preside ; Who , dignifying with her noble ...
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Whence many wearied ere they had o ' er - past The middle stream ( for they in
vain have tried ) . Again return ' d . astounded and aghaft ; Ne one regardful look
would ever backward caft . į XXXIII . . Some , of a rugged , more enduring frame ...
Whence many wearied ere they had o ' er - past The middle stream ( for they in
vain have tried ) . Again return ' d . astounded and aghaft ; Ne one regardful look
would ever backward caft . į XXXIII . . Some , of a rugged , more enduring frame ...
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How onward still the stream of pleasure flows ! That no reflux the rapid current
knows ! Not ev ' n thy charms can bribe the ruthless hand Of rigid Time , to stay
his ebbing fand ; Fair as thou art , that beauty must decay ; The night of age ...
How onward still the stream of pleasure flows ! That no reflux the rapid current
knows ! Not ev ' n thy charms can bribe the ruthless hand Of rigid Time , to stay
his ebbing fand ; Fair as thou art , that beauty must decay ; The night of age ...
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The song it ' vails not to recite — · But sure , to sooth our youthful dreams , Those
banks and streams appear ' d more bright Than other banks , than other streams :
Or by thy softening pencil shewn , Assume they beauties not their own ?
The song it ' vails not to recite — · But sure , to sooth our youthful dreams , Those
banks and streams appear ' d more bright Than other banks , than other streams :
Or by thy softening pencil shewn , Assume they beauties not their own ?
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The trout , bedropt with crimson stains , Forsakes the river ' s proud domains ;
Forsakes the sun ' s unwelcome gleam , To lurk within this humble stream . And
sure I heard the Naiad say , “ Flow , flow , my stream ! this devious way ; “ Though
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The trout , bedropt with crimson stains , Forsakes the river ' s proud domains ;
Forsakes the sun ' s unwelcome gleam , To lurk within this humble stream . And
sure I heard the Naiad say , “ Flow , flow , my stream ! this devious way ; “ Though
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