The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 46Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... Still Morn begins , and Froft retains the scene ! Hark ! the loud horn's enlivening note's begun ! From rock to vale fweet - wandering echoes run ! Still floats the found thrill - winding from afar ! Wild beafts aftonish'd dread the ...
... Still Morn begins , and Froft retains the scene ! Hark ! the loud horn's enlivening note's begun ! From rock to vale fweet - wandering echoes run ! Still floats the found thrill - winding from afar ! Wild beafts aftonish'd dread the ...
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... still employ'd , Fills , with foft fertile mould , the fteril void ; Slop'd up white rocks , fmall , yellow harvests grow , 285 And , green on terrac'd stages , vineyards blow ! By 1 By him fall mountains to a level space , 16 POEMS ...
... still employ'd , Fills , with foft fertile mould , the fteril void ; Slop'd up white rocks , fmall , yellow harvests grow , 285 And , green on terrac'd stages , vineyards blow ! By 1 By him fall mountains to a level space , 16 POEMS ...
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... Still wakes her mind , though slumbers doze her eyes : She dreams , starts , rises , stalks from place to place , With reftlefs , thoughtful , interrupted pace ; Now eyes the fun , and curses every ray , Now the green ground , where ...
... Still wakes her mind , though slumbers doze her eyes : She dreams , starts , rises , stalks from place to place , With reftlefs , thoughtful , interrupted pace ; Now eyes the fun , and curses every ray , Now the green ground , where ...
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... Still thus I urge ( for ftill the fhadowy blifs Shuns the warm grafp , nor yields the tender kifs ) 310 Oh , fly not ! -fade not ! liften to love's call ! She lives ! no more I'm man ! —I'm spirit all ! Then let me fnatch thee ! -prefs ...
... Still thus I urge ( for ftill the fhadowy blifs Shuns the warm grafp , nor yields the tender kifs ) 310 Oh , fly not ! -fade not ! liften to love's call ! She lives ! no more I'm man ! —I'm spirit all ! Then let me fnatch thee ! -prefs ...
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... still poffeft ) Supremely curft from being greatly bleft ; For oh ! fo fair , fo dear was I to thee , Thou hadst forgot thy God , to worship me ; This he forefaw , and fnatch'd me to the tomb ; Above I flourish in unfading bloom . Think ...
... still poffeft ) Supremely curft from being greatly bleft ; For oh ! fo fair , fo dear was I to thee , Thou hadst forgot thy God , to worship me ; This he forefaw , and fnatch'd me to the tomb ; Above I flourish in unfading bloom . Think ...
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