The Complete Art of Poetry: In Six Parts, Том 2Charles Rivington, 1718 |
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... Pain . ( Rowe's Tamerl . I charge thee , loiter not , but hafte to blefs me ; Think with what eager Hopes , what Rage I burn , For ev'ry tedious Minute how I mourn : Think how I call thee cruel for thy Stay , And break my Heart with ...
... Pain . ( Rowe's Tamerl . I charge thee , loiter not , but hafte to blefs me ; Think with what eager Hopes , what Rage I burn , For ev'ry tedious Minute how I mourn : Think how I call thee cruel for thy Stay , And break my Heart with ...
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... Pain : Still are the fubtile Strings in Tenfion found , Like thofe of Lutes to juft Proportion wound , Which of the Air's Vibration is the Source , When it receives the Strokes of foreign Force . Let curious Minds , who would the Air ...
... Pain : Still are the fubtile Strings in Tenfion found , Like thofe of Lutes to juft Proportion wound , Which of the Air's Vibration is the Source , When it receives the Strokes of foreign Force . Let curious Minds , who would the Air ...
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... Pain , To push the lazy Tide along the Vein . ALBION . [ Black , Creat For Albion the Son of Neptune was ; Who , for the Proof of his great Puiffance , Out of his Albion did on Dry - foot pafs Into old Gaul , that now is cleeped France ...
... Pain , To push the lazy Tide along the Vein . ALBION . [ Black , Creat For Albion the Son of Neptune was ; Who , for the Proof of his great Puiffance , Out of his Albion did on Dry - foot pafs Into old Gaul , that now is cleeped France ...
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... Ground , And renders back the Weapon in the Wound . Aceftes , grudging at his Lot , remains Without a Prize to gratify his Pains ; Yet , * Yet , fhooting upwards , fends his Shaft to show 22 The Complete ART of POETRY . ARBOUR. ...
... Ground , And renders back the Weapon in the Wound . Aceftes , grudging at his Lot , remains Without a Prize to gratify his Pains ; Yet , * Yet , fhooting upwards , fends his Shaft to show 22 The Complete ART of POETRY . ARBOUR. ...
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... Pain Implacable , and many a dolorous Groan ; Long ftruggling underneath , e'er they could wind Out of fuch Prifon . The reft , in Imitation , to like Arms Betook them , and the neighbouring Hills up - tore = So Hills amid the Air ...
... Pain Implacable , and many a dolorous Groan ; Long ftruggling underneath , e'er they could wind Out of fuch Prifon . The reft , in Imitation , to like Arms Betook them , and the neighbouring Hills up - tore = So Hills amid the Air ...
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