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Such , as when Greece to her immortal shell Rejoicing listen ' d , godlike sounds
to hear ; To hear the sweet instructress tell ( While men and heroes throng ' d
around ) How life its nobleft use may find , How best for freedom be resign ' d ;
And ...
Such , as when Greece to her immortal shell Rejoicing listen ' d , godlike sounds
to hear ; To hear the sweet instructress tell ( While men and heroes throng ' d
around ) How life its nobleft use may find , How best for freedom be resign ' d ;
And ...
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... and disgrace ; I nstit Threaten ' d , oppos ' d , defeated in his ends , and By foes
seditious and aspiring friends , who is Hear Hear this and tremble ! all who would
be great ( 93 )
... and disgrace ; I nstit Threaten ' d , oppos ' d , defeated in his ends , and By foes
seditious and aspiring friends , who is Hear Hear this and tremble ! all who would
be great ( 93 )
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III . From beneath the coral cave Circled with the silver wave , Where with wreaths
of emerald crown ' d . Ye lead the festive dance around , Daughters of Venus ,
hear , and fave . Ye Tritons , hear , whose blaft can swell " With mighty sounds the
...
III . From beneath the coral cave Circled with the silver wave , Where with wreaths
of emerald crown ' d . Ye lead the festive dance around , Daughters of Venus ,
hear , and fave . Ye Tritons , hear , whose blaft can swell " With mighty sounds the
...
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And you , ye sifter Syrens , hear , Ever beauteous , ever sweet , ' . ' Who lull the
liftning pilot ' s ear With magic fong , and softly breath ' d deceit . By all the Gods
who subject roll From gushing urns their tribute to the main , By him who bids the
...
And you , ye sifter Syrens , hear , Ever beauteous , ever sweet , ' . ' Who lull the
liftning pilot ' s ear With magic fong , and softly breath ' d deceit . By all the Gods
who subject roll From gushing urns their tribute to the main , By him who bids the
...
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Hear from the grave , great Taliesfin * , hear ; • They breathe a soul to animate thy
clay . * Bright Rapture calls , and soaring , as she sings , · Waves in the eye of
Heav ' n her many - colourd wings . To - morrow he repairs the golden flood , .
Hear from the grave , great Taliesfin * , hear ; • They breathe a soul to animate thy
clay . * Bright Rapture calls , and soaring , as she sings , · Waves in the eye of
Heav ' n her many - colourd wings . To - morrow he repairs the golden flood , .
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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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