The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 29Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... heart I read , As fhall fupply all skill , if not exceed . Then leave this common form of dumb distress , Each vulgar grief can fighs and tears exprefs ; In fweet complaining notes thy paffion vent , And not in fighs , but words ...
... heart I read , As fhall fupply all skill , if not exceed . Then leave this common form of dumb distress , Each vulgar grief can fighs and tears exprefs ; In fweet complaining notes thy paffion vent , And not in fighs , but words ...
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... heart inflame . Defenfive arms the Gallic forces bear , While hardy Britons for the ftorm prepare : For fortune had , with partial hand , before Refign'd the rule to Gallia's power . High on a rock the mighty fortress stands , Founded ...
... heart inflame . Defenfive arms the Gallic forces bear , While hardy Britons for the ftorm prepare : For fortune had , with partial hand , before Refign'd the rule to Gallia's power . High on a rock the mighty fortress stands , Founded ...
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... , my heart , Be ftill ; gently , ah leave , Thou bufy , idle thing , to heave . Stir not a pulse ; and let my blood , That turbulent , unruly flood , Be Be foftly stay'd : Let me be all , but THE BIRTH OF THE MUSE . 29.
... , my heart , Be ftill ; gently , ah leave , Thou bufy , idle thing , to heave . Stir not a pulse ; and let my blood , That turbulent , unruly flood , Be Be foftly stay'd : Let me be all , but THE BIRTH OF THE MUSE . 29.
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... heart . Swiftly the gentle charmer flies , And to the tender grief soft air applies , Which , warbling mystic sounds , Cements the bleeding panter's wounds . But ah ! beware of clamorous moan : Let no unpleafing murmur , or harsh groan ...
... heart . Swiftly the gentle charmer flies , And to the tender grief soft air applies , Which , warbling mystic sounds , Cements the bleeding panter's wounds . But ah ! beware of clamorous moan : Let no unpleafing murmur , or harsh groan ...
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... heart , Be ftill ; gently , ah leave , Thou bufy , idle thing , to heave . Stir not a pulfe ; and let my blood , That turbulent , unruly flood , Be V. See how they crowd , fee how the little THE BIRTH OF THE MUSE . 29.
... heart , Be ftill ; gently , ah leave , Thou bufy , idle thing , to heave . Stir not a pulfe ; and let my blood , That turbulent , unruly flood , Be V. See how they crowd , fee how the little THE BIRTH OF THE MUSE . 29.
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