A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley]. [2 other copies of vols. 5,6].1765 |
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... bestows ; Let other fwains to praise or fame aspire : I from her lips my recompence require . Hark how the bees with murmurs fill the plain , While every flow'r of every fweet they drain ; See , how beneath yon hillock's fhady steep ...
... bestows ; Let other fwains to praise or fame aspire : I from her lips my recompence require . Hark how the bees with murmurs fill the plain , While every flow'r of every fweet they drain ; See , how beneath yon hillock's fhady steep ...
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... bestow , Was giv'n to me in this auspicious bow'r . IV . Here first my Lucy , fweet in virgin charms , Was yielded to my longing arms ; And round our nuptial bed , Hov'ring with purple wings , th ' Idalian boy Shook from his radiant ...
... bestow , Was giv'n to me in this auspicious bow'r . IV . Here first my Lucy , fweet in virgin charms , Was yielded to my longing arms ; And round our nuptial bed , Hov'ring with purple wings , th ' Idalian boy Shook from his radiant ...
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... bestow , Exceeds the vulgar joys that move Our grofs defires , inelegant and low . II . Ye tufted groves , ye gently - falling rills , Ye high o'erfhadowing hills , Ye lawns gay - fmiling with eternal green , Oft have you my Lucy feen ...
... bestow , Exceeds the vulgar joys that move Our grofs defires , inelegant and low . II . Ye tufted groves , ye gently - falling rills , Ye high o'erfhadowing hills , Ye lawns gay - fmiling with eternal green , Oft have you my Lucy feen ...
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... bestow ! Ev'n for the kid or lamb that pour'd its life Beneath the bloody knife , Her gentle tears would fall , Tears from fweet Virtue's fource , benevolent to all . 4 XII . Not XII . Not only good and kind , But ftrong ( 90 )
... bestow ! Ev'n for the kid or lamb that pour'd its life Beneath the bloody knife , Her gentle tears would fall , Tears from fweet Virtue's fource , benevolent to all . 4 XII . Not XII . Not only good and kind , But ftrong ( 90 )
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... kind affiftance lend To bear the weight of this oppreffive woe . Alas ! each friend of mine , My dear departed love , fo much was thine , That none has any comfort to bestow . My My books , the best relief In every other grief ( 94 )
... kind affiftance lend To bear the weight of this oppreffive woe . Alas ! each friend of mine , My dear departed love , fo much was thine , That none has any comfort to bestow . My My books , the best relief In every other grief ( 94 )
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