The Works of the English Poets: Lyttelton; West; GrayH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... pain thou know'st not how to cure , " Come , flattering Memory ! and tell my heart " How kind fhe was , and with what pleasing art " She ftrove its fondeft wishes to obtain , " Confirm her power , and fafter bind my " If on the green we ...
... pain thou know'st not how to cure , " Come , flattering Memory ! and tell my heart " How kind fhe was , and with what pleasing art " She ftrove its fondeft wishes to obtain , " Confirm her power , and fafter bind my " If on the green we ...
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... pain I might your hatred prove ? " Sure guilty treachery no place could find " In fuch a gentle , fuch a generous mind : " A maid brought up the woods and wilds among " Could ne'er have learnt the art of courts fo young = " No ; let me ...
... pain I might your hatred prove ? " Sure guilty treachery no place could find " In fuch a gentle , fuch a generous mind : " A maid brought up the woods and wilds among " Could ne'er have learnt the art of courts fo young = " No ; let me ...
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... pains arofe , " Delia , who now compaffionátes my woes , " Who bids me hope ; and in that charming word " Has peace and tranfport to my foul restor'd . " Begiu , my pipe , begin the gladfome lay ; " A kifs from Delia fhall thy mufic pay ...
... pains arofe , " Delia , who now compaffionátes my woes , " Who bids me hope ; and in that charming word " Has peace and tranfport to my foul restor'd . " Begiu , my pipe , begin the gladfome lay ; " A kifs from Delia fhall thy mufic pay ...
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... pain ; But foon the strings infix'd within his heart With cruel force renew'd their raging smart : His flowery ... pains had won ? " Tell me what charms you in my rival find , " Against whofe power no ties have strength to bind ? " Has ...
... pain ; But foon the strings infix'd within his heart With cruel force renew'd their raging smart : His flowery ... pains had won ? " Tell me what charms you in my rival find , " Against whofe power no ties have strength to bind ? " Has ...
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... pain to think ! another shall poffefs " Thofe balmy lips which I was wont to press : " Another on her panting breast shall lie , " And catch fweet madness from her swimming eye ! - " I faw their friendly flocks together feed , " I faw ...
... pain to think ! another shall poffefs " Thofe balmy lips which I was wont to press : " Another on her panting breast shall lie , " And catch fweet madness from her swimming eye ! - " I faw their friendly flocks together feed , " I faw ...
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ANTIS TROPHE arms beneath bleft blifs blissful band bofom breaſt Camarina CERINTHUS charms Chromius defire Delia delight Demetrius Triclinius divine Epode erft Ergoteles Ev'n eyes facred fair falfe fame fecret fenfe fhade fhall fing fire firſt flowers fmiling foft fome fong fons foul fpirit ftill ftreams fuch fung fweet Games glory gods Gout grace grove happineſs hath heart Heaven heavenly Hiero himſelf honour immortal inſpire Jove loft lov'd lyre maid mighty mind moſt Mufe Muſe muſt night numbers o'er occafion Ocyp Olympick Orchomenus paffion pain Pelops Phineus Pifa's Pindar plain pleafing Pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure Poet praife praiſe prefent pride purſue rais'd reafon rife ſhade ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhould ſpread ſtate ſtill ſtrain ſtrong STROPHE ſweet tell tender thee thefe Theron theſe thofe thoſe thou Tlepolemus toils tranflated vex'd victory virtue whofe whoſe wiſdom Xenocrates youth
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