The Works of the British Poets, Том 10John & Arthur Arch; and for Bell & Bradfute, and J. Mundell & Company Edinburgh., 1795 - 1157 страници |
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... pow'r that comes or foon or late , Or aims , or feems to aim , the dart of Fate ; From you remote methinks alone I stand , Like fome fad exile in a defert land , Around no friends their lenient care to join In mutual warmth , and mix ...
... pow'r that comes or foon or late , Or aims , or feems to aim , the dart of Fate ; From you remote methinks alone I stand , Like fome fad exile in a defert land , Around no friends their lenient care to join In mutual warmth , and mix ...
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... pow'r for wealth and reft . Why fome folks laugh`d , and fome folks rail'd , Why fome fubmitted , fome affail'd , Angry or pleas'd - all folv'd the doubt With who were in , and who were out . The fons of Clamour grew fo fickly , They ...
... pow'r for wealth and reft . Why fome folks laugh`d , and fome folks rail'd , Why fome fubmitted , fome affail'd , Angry or pleas'd - all folv'd the doubt With who were in , and who were out . The fons of Clamour grew fo fickly , They ...
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... pow'r preferr'd , Demands permiffion to be heard . Says he , prolixity of phrase You know I hate . This libel fays , " Some birds there are , who , prone to noise , " Are hir'd to filence wifdom's voice , " And skill'd to chatter out ...
... pow'r preferr'd , Demands permiffion to be heard . Says he , prolixity of phrase You know I hate . This libel fays , " Some birds there are , who , prone to noise , " Are hir'd to filence wifdom's voice , " And skill'd to chatter out ...
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... pow'r to blefs ; Yet friendship forms the blifs above , And life ! what art thou , without love ? Our hero , who had heard apart , Felt fomething moving in his heart , But quickly , with difdain , fupprefe'd The virtue , rifing in his ...
... pow'r to blefs ; Yet friendship forms the blifs above , And life ! what art thou , without love ? Our hero , who had heard apart , Felt fomething moving in his heart , But quickly , with difdain , fupprefe'd The virtue , rifing in his ...
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... pow'r ! O give him to my latest hour ! Let me my length of life employ , To give my fole enjoyment joy . His love , let mutual love excite , Turn all my cares to his delight , And every needlefs bleffing spare , Wherein my darling wants ...
... pow'r ! O give him to my latest hour ! Let me my length of life employ , To give my fole enjoyment joy . His love , let mutual love excite , Turn all my cares to his delight , And every needlefs bleffing spare , Wherein my darling wants ...
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