The Works of the English Poets: Rowe; TickellH. Hughs, 1779 |
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Ah willow Albion arms Atreus Atrides beneath blefs bleft blood boaſt breaſt Britannia's brow charms convey'd difdain diftant divine dreadful Ev'n eyes facred faid fair fairy fame fate fceptre fcorn feas fecret fhade fhall fhore fhould fide fight filent fing fire firſt fix'd fkies flain flave fleep fome footh foul frike ftands ftill ftreams fuch fwain fweet fword Gaul gods grace hand hear heart heaven hecatomb hoft ILIAD Jove juft Kenna king lefs lov'd lyre maid mighty monarch mortal Mufe muft ne'er Neptune numbers nymph o'er once paffion Patroclus peace pleaſing pleaſure praiſe pride prince race rage raiſe rife riſe round ſhade ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhine ſhore ſkies ſky ſmile ſpeak ſpread ſpring ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtill ſtood ſweet thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thouſand verfe vex'd virgin band vows whofe whoſe youth
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Страница 52 - I have skill to complain, Though the Muses my temples have crowned ; What though, when they hear my soft strain, The Virgins sit weeping around; Ah ! COLIN ! thy hopes are in vain ! Thy pipe and thy laurel resign! Thy False One inclines to a Swain, Whose music is sweeter than thine!