A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes, Том 6 |
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Misjudging here , by Folly ' s law we die , Not instant victims of her cruelty ; From
day to day our reasoning part she wounds , Devours its strength , its noblest pow '
rs confounds : 50 Awakes the lash of Punishment , and tears The mind with ...
Misjudging here , by Folly ' s law we die , Not instant victims of her cruelty ; From
day to day our reasoning part she wounds , Devours its strength , its noblest pow '
rs confounds : 50 Awakes the lash of Punishment , and tears The mind with ...
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And while she stedfast gaz ' d , a pleasing smart Ran thrilling through her veins ,
and reach ' d her heart : Each limb she scann ' d , consider ' d every grace , And
sagely judg ' d him of the phenix ' race . An animal like this the ne ' er had known
...
And while she stedfast gaz ' d , a pleasing smart Ran thrilling through her veins ,
and reach ' d her heart : Each limb she scann ' d , consider ' d every grace , And
sagely judg ' d him of the phenix ' race . An animal like this the ne ' er had known
...
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Till quite o ' ercome with tenderness she flew , And round his neck her arms in
transport threw . But , when she found him dead , no tongue can tell The pangs
she felt ; she shriek ' d , and swooning fell . Waking , with loud laments she pierc '
d ...
Till quite o ' ercome with tenderness she flew , And round his neck her arms in
transport threw . But , when she found him dead , no tongue can tell The pangs
she felt ; she shriek ' d , and swooning fell . Waking , with loud laments she pierc '
d ...
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Now which way , do you think , she took ? 7 ( For do ' t she would by hook or
crook ) Why , thus I find it in my book . . She callid a pretty painted cloud , The
brightest of the wand ' ring crowd , For she you know is queen oʻth ' air , And all
the ...
Now which way , do you think , she took ? 7 ( For do ' t she would by hook or
crook ) Why , thus I find it in my book . . She callid a pretty painted cloud , The
brightest of the wand ' ring crowd , For she you know is queen oʻth ' air , And all
the ...
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Is it she that hath done me this wrong ? Full well I know her , and her arts ; . She
has follow ' d the thieving trade long , But I thought the dealt only in hearts . I shall
soon make her know , fo I shall And with that to Jove ' s palace she run , And ...
Is it she that hath done me this wrong ? Full well I know her , and her arts ; . She
has follow ' d the thieving trade long , But I thought the dealt only in hearts . I shall
soon make her know , fo I shall And with that to Jove ' s palace she run , And ...
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| Заглавие | A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes, Том 6 A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes, Robert Dodsley Том 6 от A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands, Robert Dodsley |
| Редактор | Robert Dodsley |
| Издание | ново |
| Издател | J. Hughs, 1765 |
| Оригиналът е от | Мичиганският университет |
| Цифровизирана на | 9 май 2008 |
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