The Works of the English Poets: SavageH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... live , my Lord , is a proof that dependance on your Lordship , and the prefent Ministry , is an af- furance of fuccefs . I am perfuaded , diftrefs , in many other instances , affects your foul with a compassion , that always fhews ...
... live , my Lord , is a proof that dependance on your Lordship , and the prefent Ministry , is an af- furance of fuccefs . I am perfuaded , diftrefs , in many other instances , affects your foul with a compassion , that always fhews ...
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... , who once prais'd , now undeceiv'd , despise , It lives contemn'd a day , then harmless dies . He had then juft written THE EXCURSION . 340 Or Or fhould fome nobler bard , their worth , unpraise 18 SAVAGE'S POEM S.
... , who once prais'd , now undeceiv'd , despise , It lives contemn'd a day , then harmless dies . He had then juft written THE EXCURSION . 340 Or Or fhould fome nobler bard , their worth , unpraise 18 SAVAGE'S POEM S.
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... live to weep Olympia dead ? 110 175 120 130 -Sir , I had once a wife ! Fair bloom'd her youth , 125 Her form was beauty , and her foul was truth ! Oh , she was dear ! How dear , what words can say ? She dies ! -my heaven at once is ...
... live to weep Olympia dead ? 110 175 120 130 -Sir , I had once a wife ! Fair bloom'd her youth , 125 Her form was beauty , and her foul was truth ! Oh , she was dear ! How dear , what words can say ? She dies ! -my heaven at once is ...
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... lives ! no more I'm man ! —I'm spirit all ! Then let me fnatch thee ! -prefs thee ! -take me whole ! Oh , close ! -yet clofer ! -closer to my foul ! Twice , round her waift , my eager arms entwin'd , 315 And , twice deceiv'd , my frenzy ...
... lives ! no more I'm man ! —I'm spirit all ! Then let me fnatch thee ! -prefs thee ! -take me whole ! Oh , close ! -yet clofer ! -closer to my foul ! Twice , round her waift , my eager arms entwin'd , 315 And , twice deceiv'd , my frenzy ...
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... pac'd weeping pomp ; the folemn prayer ; The decent tomb ; the verse , that Sorrow gives , 75 Where , to remembrance sweet , fair virtue lives . D 3 ; Now Now to mid - heaven the whiten'd moon inclines , THE WANDERER , CANTO III . 37.
... pac'd weeping pomp ; the folemn prayer ; The decent tomb ; the verse , that Sorrow gives , 75 Where , to remembrance sweet , fair virtue lives . D 3 ; Now Now to mid - heaven the whiten'd moon inclines , THE WANDERER , CANTO III . 37.
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