The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including the Series Edited with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 16J. Johnson, 1810 - 526 страници |
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... Gentle- 05 606 ib . ib . man to whom a Lady had given a Sprig of Myrtle . ib . To Lady Firebrace , at Bury Assizes ib . To Lyce , an elderly Lady . ...... ib . Prologue ib . Epilogue . By Sir William Yonge 602 ............ On the Death ...
... Gentle- 05 606 ib . ib . man to whom a Lady had given a Sprig of Myrtle . ib . To Lady Firebrace , at Bury Assizes ib . To Lyce , an elderly Lady . ...... ib . Prologue ib . Epilogue . By Sir William Yonge 602 ............ On the Death ...
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... gentle Love with every wish complies . Pride , Love and Reason fight till they are cloy'd , And each by each in mutual wounds destroy'd . Thus when a Barber and a Collier fight , The Barber beats the luckless Collier - white . The dusty ...
... gentle Love with every wish complies . Pride , Love and Reason fight till they are cloy'd , And each by each in mutual wounds destroy'd . Thus when a Barber and a Collier fight , The Barber beats the luckless Collier - white . The dusty ...
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... gentle in each vein , The lamp of life renew'd with vigour burns , And exil'd reason takes her seat again- Brisk leaps the heart , the mind's at large once more , To love , to praise , to bless , to wonder and adore . 1 Hezekiah vi ...
... gentle in each vein , The lamp of life renew'd with vigour burns , And exil'd reason takes her seat again- Brisk leaps the heart , the mind's at large once more , To love , to praise , to bless , to wonder and adore . 1 Hezekiah vi ...
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... gentle hand Uprear the unpinion'd Muse , high on the top Of that immeasurable mount , that far Exceeds thine own Plinlimmon , where thou tun'st With Phoebus ' self thy lyre . Give me to turn Th ' unwieldy subject with thy graceful ease ...
... gentle hand Uprear the unpinion'd Muse , high on the top Of that immeasurable mount , that far Exceeds thine own Plinlimmon , where thou tun'st With Phoebus ' self thy lyre . Give me to turn Th ' unwieldy subject with thy graceful ease ...
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... gentle Mariane's soft Orphean voice Has hymn'd sweet lessons of humanity To the wild brutal crew . Oft her command Has sav'd the pillars of the hop - land state , The lofty poles from ruin , and sustain'd , Like Anna , or Eliza , her ...
... gentle Mariane's soft Orphean voice Has hymn'd sweet lessons of humanity To the wild brutal crew . Oft her command Has sav'd the pillars of the hop - land state , The lofty poles from ruin , and sustain'd , Like Anna , or Eliza , her ...
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Страница 448 - Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt and all I saw ; And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first she flew — I still had hopes — my long vexations past, Here to return, and die at home at last.
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Страница 448 - And still as each repeated pleasure tired, Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired ; The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down ; The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter titter'd round the place ; The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove...
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