Moore. Cawthorne. Collins. Dyer. Shenstone. Mallet. Akenside. Gray. Littleton. GaySamuel Johnson A. Miller, 1800 |
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... tears the tim'rous sheep , Was never fet the fold to keep ; Nor was the tyger , or the pard Meant the benighted trav'ler's guard ; But man , the wildest beaft of prey , Wears friendship's femblance , to betray ; His ftrength against the ...
... tears the tim'rous sheep , Was never fet the fold to keep ; Nor was the tyger , or the pard Meant the benighted trav'ler's guard ; But man , the wildest beaft of prey , Wears friendship's femblance , to betray ; His ftrength against the ...
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... tears the vital spoil , And with affection fweetens toil . A cafe , too vent'rous ! cease to dare , In thine , our dearer fafety spare ! From him , ye cruel falcons , ftray , And turn , ye fowlers , far away ! Should I furvive to fee ...
... tears the vital spoil , And with affection fweetens toil . A cafe , too vent'rous ! cease to dare , In thine , our dearer fafety spare ! From him , ye cruel falcons , ftray , And turn , ye fowlers , far away ! Should I furvive to fee ...
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... tears , Still down , and down , the winning Pair Compell'd the struggling , yielding Fair . As when some stately veffel , bound To bleft Arabia's distant ground , Borne from her courfes , haply lights Where Barca's flow'ry clime invites ...
... tears , Still down , and down , the winning Pair Compell'd the struggling , yielding Fair . As when some stately veffel , bound To bleft Arabia's distant ground , Borne from her courfes , haply lights Where Barca's flow'ry clime invites ...
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... tears me from my hopes away ; Then frown not , faireft , if I try To steal the moisture from your eye , Or force your heart a figh to fend , To mourn the Lover and the Friend . No perfect joy my life e'er knew , But what arofe from love ...
... tears me from my hopes away ; Then frown not , faireft , if I try To steal the moisture from your eye , Or force your heart a figh to fend , To mourn the Lover and the Friend . No perfect joy my life e'er knew , But what arofe from love ...
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... tear from you . O bleft with temper , bleft with skill to pour Life's ev'ry comfort on each focial hour ; Chafte as thy ... tears to flow ? ' Tis fhe , ' tis Eloifa's form reftor'd , Once a pure faint , and more than faints ador'd : She ...
... tear from you . O bleft with temper , bleft with skill to pour Life's ev'ry comfort on each focial hour ; Chafte as thy ... tears to flow ? ' Tis fhe , ' tis Eloifa's form reftor'd , Once a pure faint , and more than faints ador'd : She ...
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