 Wafts its full sweets, and shivers thro' the leaves. Bath'd in new bliss, the Fair-one greets the bower, And ravishes a flame from every flower; Low at her feet inhales the master's sighs, And darts voluptuous poison from her eyes.  Poems - Страница 42по Richard Polwhele - 1810Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
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...its' full sweets, and shivers thro' the leaves. Baih'd in new bliss, the fare-one greets the bower, And ravishes a flame from every flower ; Low at her...poison from her eyes. Yet, while each heart-pulse, in thj Paphian grove, Beats quick to IMLAY and licentious love,[/j A sudden gloom the gathering tempest... | |
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...streams the silver shade . . . Bath'd in new bliss, the Fair-one [Wollstonecraft] greets the bower And ravishes a flame from every flower; Low at her...darts voluptuous poison from her eyes. Yet, while each heart pulses, in the Paphian grove, Beats quick to Imlay and licentious love.31 Polwhele is wilfully... | |
 | Londa L. Schiebinger - 2004 - 316 страници
...streams the silver shade . . . Bath'd in new bliss, the Fair-one [Wollstonecraft] greets the bower And ravishes a flame from every flower; Low at her...darts voluptuous poison from her eyes. Yet, while each heart pulses, in the Paphian grove, Beats quick to Imlay and licentious love.8" Polwhele was willfully... | |
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