The first (-sixth) part of Miscellany poems, publ. by Mr. Dryden, Част 11716 |
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... sure need it not ; and the reft I have not perus'd . To conclude , I am fenfible that I have written this too haftily and too loofly I fear I have been tedious , and which is worfe , it comes out from the first Draught , and uncor ...
... sure need it not ; and the reft I have not perus'd . To conclude , I am fenfible that I have written this too haftily and too loofly I fear I have been tedious , and which is worfe , it comes out from the first Draught , and uncor ...
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... Sure thou already art fecure of Fame , Nor want'ft new Glories to exalt thy Name ; What Father elfe would have refus'd to own So great a Son as God - like Abfalom ? R. DUXE To the Conceal'd AUTHOR of this incomparable POEM . Hail [ 16 ]
... Sure thou already art fecure of Fame , Nor want'ft new Glories to exalt thy Name ; What Father elfe would have refus'd to own So great a Son as God - like Abfalom ? R. DUXE To the Conceal'd AUTHOR of this incomparable POEM . Hail [ 16 ]
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... Sure figns he neither Cholerick was , nor Proud : His long Chin prov'd his Wit ; his Saint - like Grace A Church Vermillion , and a Mofes ' Face . His Memory miraculously great , Cou'd Plots , exceeding Man's belief , repeat ; Which ...
... Sure figns he neither Cholerick was , nor Proud : His long Chin prov'd his Wit ; his Saint - like Grace A Church Vermillion , and a Mofes ' Face . His Memory miraculously great , Cou'd Plots , exceeding Man's belief , repeat ; Which ...
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... Sure there is none . Thyrf . But , Damon , there may be : What if the charming Floriana die ? Damon . Far be the Omen ! Thyrf . But fuppofe it true . Damon . Then should I grieve , my Thyrfis , more than you . She is --- Thyrf . Alas ...
... Sure there is none . Thyrf . But , Damon , there may be : What if the charming Floriana die ? Damon . Far be the Omen ! Thyrf . But fuppofe it true . Damon . Then should I grieve , my Thyrfis , more than you . She is --- Thyrf . Alas ...
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... Sure , in that Age , the Poets knew not Love : That Charming God , like Apparitions , then Was only talk'd on , but ne'er feen by Men : Darkness was o'er the Mufes Land displaid , And even the chofen Tribe unguided straid . Till , by ...
... Sure , in that Age , the Poets knew not Love : That Charming God , like Apparitions , then Was only talk'd on , but ne'er feen by Men : Darkness was o'er the Mufes Land displaid , And even the chofen Tribe unguided straid . Till , by ...
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Страница 147 - Sometimes, with secure delight, The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade; And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday, Till the livelong daylight fail...
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