The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 29Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... breast , No more within Paftora's arms to reft ! No more ! For thofe once foft and circling arms Themselves are clay , and cold are all her charms Cold are thofe lips , which he no more must kiss , And cold that bofom , once all downy ...
... breast , No more within Paftora's arms to reft ! No more ! For thofe once foft and circling arms Themselves are clay , and cold are all her charms Cold are thofe lips , which he no more must kiss , And cold that bofom , once all downy ...
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... breasts oppos'd to Danger's face , With daring feet , on springing mines they tread Of fecret fulphur , in dire ambush laid . Still they proceed ; though all beneath , the labouring earth Trembles to give the dread irruptions birth ...
... breasts oppos'd to Danger's face , With daring feet , on springing mines they tread Of fecret fulphur , in dire ambush laid . Still they proceed ; though all beneath , the labouring earth Trembles to give the dread irruptions birth ...
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... breast , Mingling her words with fighs and tears , begun A lamentation for her darling fon . HECUBA'S LAMENTATION . Hector , my joy , and to my foul more dear Than all my other numerous iffue were ; O my laft comfort , and my beft ...
... breast , Mingling her words with fighs and tears , begun A lamentation for her darling fon . HECUBA'S LAMENTATION . Hector , my joy , and to my foul more dear Than all my other numerous iffue were ; O my laft comfort , and my beft ...
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... breasts , and tore their hair , Rending around with fhrieks the fuffering air . Now had the throng of people ftopt the way , Who would have there lamented all the day ; But Priam from his chariot rose , and spake , " Trojans , enough ...
... breasts , and tore their hair , Rending around with fhrieks the fuffering air . Now had the throng of people ftopt the way , Who would have there lamented all the day ; But Priam from his chariot rose , and spake , " Trojans , enough ...
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... breast , Mingling her words with fighs and tears , begun A lamentation for her darling fon . HECUBA'S LAMENTATION . Hector , my joy , and to my foul more dear Than all my other numerous issue were ; O my last comfort , and my best ...
... breast , Mingling her words with fighs and tears , begun A lamentation for her darling fon . HECUBA'S LAMENTATION . Hector , my joy , and to my foul more dear Than all my other numerous issue were ; O my last comfort , and my best ...
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