The Works of the English Poets: SavageH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... Mark ! wiley fowlers meditate their doom , 9 . 95 And fimoaky Fate fpeeds thundering through the gloom ! Stop'd fhort , they cease in airy rings to fly , ' Whirl o'er and o'er , and , fluttering , fall and die . 100 Still Fancy wafts me ...
... Mark ! wiley fowlers meditate their doom , 9 . 95 And fimoaky Fate fpeeds thundering through the gloom ! Stop'd fhort , they cease in airy rings to fly , ' Whirl o'er and o'er , and , fluttering , fall and die . 100 Still Fancy wafts me ...
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... marks of difcontent ? Yet Patience , labouring to beguile his care , Seems to raise hope , and fmiles away despair . Compaffion , in his eye , furveys my grief , And in his voice invites me to relief . Preventive of thy call , behold my ...
... marks of difcontent ? Yet Patience , labouring to beguile his care , Seems to raise hope , and fmiles away despair . Compaffion , in his eye , furveys my grief , And in his voice invites me to relief . Preventive of thy call , behold my ...
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... Mark ! Here defcends a grot , delightful feat ! Which warms e'en winter , tempers fummer heat ! See ! -Gurgling from a top , a fpring diftils ! In mournful measures wind the dripping rills ; Soft coos of diftant doves , receiv'd around ...
... Mark ! Here defcends a grot , delightful feat ! Which warms e'en winter , tempers fummer heat ! See ! -Gurgling from a top , a fpring diftils ! In mournful measures wind the dripping rills ; Soft coos of diftant doves , receiv'd around ...
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... mark his flight design'd ; The weary'd virgin by a stream reclin'd , Who feeds the child . Her looks a charm express , A modeft charm , that dignifies distress . Boughs o'er their heads with blushing fruits depend , Which angels to her ...
... mark his flight design'd ; The weary'd virgin by a stream reclin'd , Who feeds the child . Her looks a charm express , A modeft charm , that dignifies distress . Boughs o'er their heads with blushing fruits depend , Which angels to her ...
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... mark this poniard thus from mifery frees ! She wounds her breaft ! -the guilty steel I feize ! Straight , where she struck , a smoaking spring of Wells from the wound , and floats the crimson'd floor , 225 gore She She faints ! she ...
... mark this poniard thus from mifery frees ! She wounds her breaft ! -the guilty steel I feize ! Straight , where she struck , a smoaking spring of Wells from the wound , and floats the crimson'd floor , 225 gore She She faints ! she ...
Често срещани думи и фрази
AARON HILL æther beauty behold bleffing blifs bloom bluſh breaſt BRIDGET JONES bright cenfure charms circle of deceit clouds defcend defire deſpair diſplay divine eaſe ev'n fafe fair fame fate fatire fcene fcorn feem feen ferene fhade fhall fhine fhould fighs fing fire firſt flame fmile foes foft fome fong fons forrows foul fpirits friendſhip ftand ftill ftreams ftrike fuch fweet fwelling glows grace grief heart heaven honours infpire juft Juftice light loft luftre mind moſt Mufe mufic Muſe muſt ne'er o'er Olympia paffion pity pleaſe pleaſure praife praiſe pride purſue raiſe rays refin'd rife riſe rofe ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhows ſkies ſky ſmile ſpread ſpring ſtands ſtate ſtill ſtrain ſweet tear thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought truth virtue wealth weep whofe Whoſe wild wind youth
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Страница 88 - Her fmile more cheerful than a vernal morn, All life ! all bloom ! of Youth and Fancy born. Touch'd into joy, what hearts to her fubmit ! She looks her Sire, and fpeaks her Mother's wit. O'er the gay world the fweet infpirer reigns . Spleen flies, and Elegance her pomp fuftains.
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