A Select Collection of Poems, from Admired Authors, and Scarce Miscellanies: With Many Pieces Never Before PublishedW. Kelley ... sold by J. Bew ... London., 1790 - 240 страници |
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... ne'er fuch favour fhow . Defpairing JOAN , Countess of Weftmoreland , mother of the young lady , was daughter of JOHN of GAUNT , and half . fifter of king HENRY IV . Defpairing then to gain confent ; At length to fly 14 THE HERMIT.
... ne'er fuch favour fhow . Defpairing JOAN , Countess of Weftmoreland , mother of the young lady , was daughter of JOHN of GAUNT , and half . fifter of king HENRY IV . Defpairing then to gain confent ; At length to fly 14 THE HERMIT.
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... ne'er appears : Befhrew me , faid the aged chief , Young maidens have their fears . D 2 Cheer Cheer up , my son , thou fhalt her fee OF WARK WORTH . 27.
... ne'er appears : Befhrew me , faid the aged chief , Young maidens have their fears . D 2 Cheer Cheer up , my son , thou fhalt her fee OF WARK WORTH . 27.
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... NE early morn , while dewy drops Hung trembling on the tree , Sir Bertram from his fick - bed rofe , His bride he ... er mofs and moor they rode , By many a lonely tower ? And ' twas the dew - fall of the night Ere they drew near her ...
... NE early morn , while dewy drops Hung trembling on the tree , Sir Bertram from his fick - bed rofe , His bride he ... er mofs and moor they rode , By many a lonely tower ? And ' twas the dew - fall of the night Ere they drew near her ...
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... ne'er will I tread English ground Till fhe is reftored agen . The brothers ftrait their paths divide , O'er Scottish hills to range ; And hide themselves in queint disguise , And oft their drefs they change . Sir Bertram clad in gown of ...
... ne'er will I tread English ground Till fhe is reftored agen . The brothers ftrait their paths divide , O'er Scottish hills to range ; And hide themselves in queint disguise , And oft their drefs they change . Sir Bertram clad in gown of ...
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... ne'er could mend , or fpoil .. Your boxes , of more modern make , From various fources value take , An artist's name and hum'rift's whim , The curious hinge , the coftly rim ; But all in this agree , they bear No perfume , till you ...
... ne'er could mend , or fpoil .. Your boxes , of more modern make , From various fources value take , An artist's name and hum'rift's whim , The curious hinge , the coftly rim ; But all in this agree , they bear No perfume , till you ...
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Страница 113 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride. His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship God !