A Collection of Poems: In Six Volumes, Том 4J. Hughs, 1765 |
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... dalliance lay ; " And Philip , fide - long yonder fpring , .. " His lavish carols wont to fing . " Hark ! I hear the echoes call , Hark ! the rushing waters fall ; Lead Lead me to the green retreats , Guide me to ( 60 )
... dalliance lay ; " And Philip , fide - long yonder fpring , .. " His lavish carols wont to fing . " Hark ! I hear the echoes call , Hark ! the rushing waters fall ; Lead Lead me to the green retreats , Guide me to ( 60 )
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In Six Volumes. Lead me to the green retreats , Guide me to the Mufes ' feats , C Where ancient bards retirement chofe , Or ancient lovers wept their woes . What Genius points to yonder oak ? What rapture does my foul provoke ? There let ...
In Six Volumes. Lead me to the green retreats , Guide me to the Mufes ' feats , C Where ancient bards retirement chofe , Or ancient lovers wept their woes . What Genius points to yonder oak ? What rapture does my foul provoke ? There let ...
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In Six Volumes. The Dryads swift that roam the woods , The Naiads green that swim the floods Sylvanus left his filent cave , Medway came dropping from the wave ; Vertumnus led his blushing spouse , And Ceres fhook her wheaten brows And ...
In Six Volumes. The Dryads swift that roam the woods , The Naiads green that swim the floods Sylvanus left his filent cave , Medway came dropping from the wave ; Vertumnus led his blushing spouse , And Ceres fhook her wheaten brows And ...
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... green ; Superior joys my foul invite , Lift , lift to heav'n the dazzled fight . Lo , where the moon enthron'd on high , Sits steady emprefs of the sky , Enticing nations to revere , And proudly vain of pagan fear ; Or where through ...
... green ; Superior joys my foul invite , Lift , lift to heav'n the dazzled fight . Lo , where the moon enthron'd on high , Sits steady emprefs of the sky , Enticing nations to revere , And proudly vain of pagan fear ; Or where through ...
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... Green and unwither'd o'er his honour'd tomb : Excufe her doubts , if yet she fears to tell What fecret transports in her bosom swell : With conscious awe fhe hears the critic's fame , And blushing hides her wreath at Shakespear's name ...
... Green and unwither'd o'er his honour'd tomb : Excufe her doubts , if yet she fears to tell What fecret transports in her bosom swell : With conscious awe fhe hears the critic's fame , And blushing hides her wreath at Shakespear's name ...
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