The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Томове 26–28Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... tear , 20 Bear all thou canft , ftill with his failings strive , And to the utmoft ftill , and ftill forgive ; For ftrong necefûty alone explores The fecret vigour of our latent powers , Rouzes and urges on the lazy heart , 25 Force ...
... tear , 20 Bear all thou canft , ftill with his failings strive , And to the utmoft ftill , and ftill forgive ; For ftrong necefûty alone explores The fecret vigour of our latent powers , Rouzes and urges on the lazy heart , 25 Force ...
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... tears , Falfe joy , bred by false hope , and falser fears ; Each vice , each paffion which pale nature wears ,. In this odd monftrous medley mix'd appears . Like Bays ' s dance , confufedly round they run , Statefman , Coquet , gay Fop ...
... tears , Falfe joy , bred by false hope , and falser fears ; Each vice , each paffion which pale nature wears ,. In this odd monftrous medley mix'd appears . Like Bays ' s dance , confufedly round they run , Statefman , Coquet , gay Fop ...
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... tears , He feels foft pity urge his generous breast , And vows once more to fuccour the diftrefs'd . Buckled in mail , he fallies on the plain , And turns him to the feats of arms again . D So we , to former leagues of friendship true ...
... tears , He feels foft pity urge his generous breast , And vows once more to fuccour the diftrefs'd . Buckled in mail , he fallies on the plain , And turns him to the feats of arms again . D So we , to former leagues of friendship true ...
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... , And round my chearful temples fragrant odours fled . But tell me , Cynthia , fay , bewitching fair , What mean these fighs ? why fteals this falling tear ? And And when my ftruggling thoughts for paffage ftrove , Why 46 ROWE'S POEM S.
... , And round my chearful temples fragrant odours fled . But tell me , Cynthia , fay , bewitching fair , What mean these fighs ? why fteals this falling tear ? And And when my ftruggling thoughts for paffage ftrove , Why 46 ROWE'S POEM S.
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... willow my rover prefers To the breaft , where he once beg'd to lie And the stream , that he fwells with his tears , Are rivals belov'd more than I. E 3 III . Hi III . His head my fond bosom would bear , REPLY TO MR . ROWE'S BALLAD . 53.
... willow my rover prefers To the breaft , where he once beg'd to lie And the stream , that he fwells with his tears , Are rivals belov'd more than I. E 3 III . Hi III . His head my fond bosom would bear , REPLY TO MR . ROWE'S BALLAD . 53.
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