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Mix ' d are our joys , and tranfient are their date ; Nor can reflection bring them
back again , Yet brings an after - fting to every pain . Thy fatal letters , oh immoral
youth , Those perjur ' d pledges of fi & titious truth , Dear as they were no second
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Mix ' d are our joys , and tranfient are their date ; Nor can reflection bring them
back again , Yet brings an after - fting to every pain . Thy fatal letters , oh immoral
youth , Those perjur ' d pledges of fi & titious truth , Dear as they were no second
...
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Each moment , from my dear away , Is a long age of pain ; Fly swift , ye hours , be
calm the day , That brings my love again ! 0 haste and bring him to my arms ; Nor
let us ever part : My breast shall beat no more alarms , When I secure his heart .
Each moment , from my dear away , Is a long age of pain ; Fly swift , ye hours , be
calm the day , That brings my love again ! 0 haste and bring him to my arms ; Nor
let us ever part : My breast shall beat no more alarms , When I secure his heart .
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1748 . By William Shenstone , Efq ; n Memory ! celestial maid ! Who glean ' st the
flow ' rets cropt by time ; And , suffering not a leaf to fade , Preserv ' st the
blossoms of our prime ; . Bring , Bring , bring those moments to my mind When
life ( 366 )
1748 . By William Shenstone , Efq ; n Memory ! celestial maid ! Who glean ' st the
flow ' rets cropt by time ; And , suffering not a leaf to fade , Preserv ' st the
blossoms of our prime ; . Bring , Bring , bring those moments to my mind When
life ( 366 )
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Bring , bring those moments to my mind When life was new , and Lesbia kind . . .
II . And bring that garland to my fight , · With which my favour ' d crook she bound ;
And bring that wreath of roses bright Which then my festive temples crown ' d .
Bring , bring those moments to my mind When life was new , and Lesbia kind . . .
II . And bring that garland to my fight , · With which my favour ' d crook she bound ;
And bring that wreath of roses bright Which then my festive temples crown ' d .
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But let me chase those vows away , Which at ambition ' s shrine I made ; Nor ever
let thy skill display Those anxious moments , ill repaid : Oh ! from my breast that
season rase , And bring my childhood in its place . • VIII . Bring me the bells , the
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But let me chase those vows away , Which at ambition ' s shrine I made ; Nor ever
let thy skill display Those anxious moments , ill repaid : Oh ! from my breast that
season rase , And bring my childhood in its place . • VIII . Bring me the bells , the
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| Заглавие | A Collection of Poems: In Six Volumes, Том 4 A Collection of Poems: In Six Volumes, Robert Dodsley |
| Сътрудник | Robert Dodsley |
| Издател | J. Hughs, 1765 |
| Оригиналът е от | Нюйоркската обществена библиотека |
| Цифровизирана на | 5 Окт 2006 |
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