The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 29Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... the blufhing rofe , Here , baleful eugh with deadly cyprefs grows . Here then , extended on this wither'd mofs , We'll lie , and thou fhalt fing of Albion's lofs , Of Albion's lofs , and of Paftora's death , Begin B 3 of [ is 5 ] THE ...
... the blufhing rofe , Here , baleful eugh with deadly cyprefs grows . Here then , extended on this wither'd mofs , We'll lie , and thou fhalt fing of Albion's lofs , Of Albion's lofs , and of Paftora's death , Begin B 3 of [ is 5 ] THE ...
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... thou with every bay and laurel crown'd , And high as Pan himself in fong renown'd , Yet would not all thy art avail , to show Verfe worthy of her name , or of our woe : But fuch true paffion in thy face appears , In thy pale lips ...
... thou with every bay and laurel crown'd , And high as Pan himself in fong renown'd , Yet would not all thy art avail , to show Verfe worthy of her name , or of our woe : But fuch true paffion in thy face appears , In thy pale lips ...
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... thou , Thalia , darling of my breaft , By whom infpir'd , I fung at Comus ' feast ; While in a ring the jolly rural throng Have fat and fmil'd to hear my chearful fong : Begone , with all thy mirth and fprightly lays , My pipe , no ...
... thou , Thalia , darling of my breaft , By whom infpir'd , I fung at Comus ' feast ; While in a ring the jolly rural throng Have fat and fmil'd to hear my chearful fong : Begone , with all thy mirth and fprightly lays , My pipe , no ...
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... thou grow of this unwonted flight , And doft with pain of triumphs fing . More fit for thee , refume thy rural reeds ; For war let more harmonious harps be ftrung : Sing thou of love , and leave great William's deeds To him who fung the ...
... thou grow of this unwonted flight , And doft with pain of triumphs fing . More fit for thee , refume thy rural reeds ; For war let more harmonious harps be ftrung : Sing thou of love , and leave great William's deeds To him who fung the ...
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... thou thyself art of celestial feed , Nor dare a fire inferior boast the breed . When firft the frame of this vaft ball was made , And Jove with joy the finish'd work furvey'd ; Viciffitude of things , of men and states , Their rife and ...
... thou thyself art of celestial feed , Nor dare a fire inferior boast the breed . When firft the frame of this vaft ball was made , And Jove with joy the finish'd work furvey'd ; Viciffitude of things , of men and states , Their rife and ...
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