The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 41Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... cheek , or ravage o'er her breaft ; . But artificial zephyrs round her fly , And mitigate the fever of the fky . Nor fhall Bermudas long the Muse detain , Whofe fragrant forests bloom in Waller's strain , Where , breathing sweets from ...
... cheek , or ravage o'er her breaft ; . But artificial zephyrs round her fly , And mitigate the fever of the fky . Nor fhall Bermudas long the Muse detain , Whofe fragrant forests bloom in Waller's strain , Where , breathing sweets from ...
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... cheek arise , With this the veils them from her lover's eyes ; No level'd glance betrays her amorous heart , From the Fan's ambufh fhe directs the dart . 30 The royal fceptre fhines in Juno's hand , And twisted thunder fpeaks great ...
... cheek arise , With this the veils them from her lover's eyes ; No level'd glance betrays her amorous heart , From the Fan's ambufh fhe directs the dart . 30 The royal fceptre fhines in Juno's hand , And twisted thunder fpeaks great ...
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... cheek no conscious crimson glows . Since blushes then from shame alone arise , -60 Why should we veil them from her lover's eyes ? Let Cupid rather give up his command , 65 And truft his arrows in a female hand . Have not the Gods ...
... cheek no conscious crimson glows . Since blushes then from shame alone arise , -60 Why should we veil them from her lover's eyes ? Let Cupid rather give up his command , 65 And truft his arrows in a female hand . Have not the Gods ...
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... cheeks and blood - fhot eyes her grief exprefs : Deep in her breast the reeking sword is drown'd ; And gufhing blood streams purple from the wound ; Her fifter Anna hovering o'er her ftands , Accufes Heaven with lifted eyes and hands ...
... cheeks and blood - fhot eyes her grief exprefs : Deep in her breast the reeking sword is drown'd ; And gufhing blood streams purple from the wound ; Her fifter Anna hovering o'er her ftands , Accufes Heaven with lifted eyes and hands ...
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... cheeks and heaving breasts reveal her joy ; Beneath the preffing fwan fhe pants for air , 455 160 While with his fluttering wings he fans the fair . There let all - conquering gold exert its power , And foften Danaë in a glittering ...
... cheeks and heaving breasts reveal her joy ; Beneath the preffing fwan fhe pants for air , 455 160 While with his fluttering wings he fans the fair . There let all - conquering gold exert its power , And foften Danaë in a glittering ...
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