The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 56Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... Say , thou inconstant , what has Damon doney “ To lose the heart his tedious pains had won ?, ! Tell me what charms you in my rival find , • Against whose power no ties have strength to bind ? « Has 13 : LYT TÉ ĽTON'S POEM S .. Has hê ...
... Say , thou inconstant , what has Damon doney “ To lose the heart his tedious pains had won ?, ! Tell me what charms you in my rival find , • Against whose power no ties have strength to bind ? « Has 13 : LYT TÉ ĽTON'S POEM S .. Has hê ...
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... Say , thou inconstant , what has Damon done , " To lofe the heart his tedious pains had won ?. " Tell me what charms you in my rival find , " Against whofe power no ties have strength to bind ? " Has " Has he , like me , with long ...
... Say , thou inconstant , what has Damon done , " To lofe the heart his tedious pains had won ?. " Tell me what charms you in my rival find , " Against whofe power no ties have strength to bind ? " Has " Has he , like me , with long ...
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... SAY , dearest friend , how roll thy hours away ? What pleafing study cheats the tedious day ? Doft thou the facred volumes oft explore Of wife Antiquity's , immortal lore , Where virtue , by the charms of wit refin'd , At once exalts ...
... SAY , dearest friend , how roll thy hours away ? What pleafing study cheats the tedious day ? Doft thou the facred volumes oft explore Of wife Antiquity's , immortal lore , Where virtue , by the charms of wit refin'd , At once exalts ...
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... Say , Poyntz , amidst the toil of anxious state , Does not thy fecret foul defire retreat ? Doft thou not wish ( the task of glory done ) Thy bufy life at length might be thy own ; That , to thy lov'd philofophy refign'd , No care might ...
... Say , Poyntz , amidst the toil of anxious state , Does not thy fecret foul defire retreat ? Doft thou not wish ( the task of glory done ) Thy bufy life at length might be thy own ; That , to thy lov'd philofophy refign'd , No care might ...
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... I. AY , Myra , why is gentle Love SAY , A ftranger to that mind , Which Pity and Efteem can move Which can be just and kind ? I II . Is it , because you fear to share 52 LYTTELTON'S POEMS . Song Written in the Year 1732,
... I. AY , Myra , why is gentle Love SAY , A ftranger to that mind , Which Pity and Efteem can move Which can be just and kind ? I II . Is it , because you fear to share 52 LYTTELTON'S POEMS . Song Written in the Year 1732,
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