A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands: With NotesJ. Dodsley, 1782 |
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... Whose pendent shades o'erlook'd a filver flood , Young Damon came , unknowing where he stray'd , Full of the image of his beauteous maid : His flock far off , unfed , untended lay , To every favage a defencelefs prey ; No fenfe of int ...
... Whose pendent shades o'erlook'd a filver flood , Young Damon came , unknowing where he stray'd , Full of the image of his beauteous maid : His flock far off , unfed , untended lay , To every favage a defencelefs prey ; No fenfe of int ...
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... whose power no ties have strength to bind ; Has he , like me , with long obedience trove To conquer your difdain , and merit love ? Has he with transport every smile ador'd , And dy'd with grief at each ungentle word ? Ah , no ! the ...
... whose power no ties have strength to bind ; Has he , like me , with long obedience trove To conquer your difdain , and merit love ? Has he with transport every smile ador'd , And dy'd with grief at each ungentle word ? Ah , no ! the ...
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... whose skilful hand first taught The tow'ring pile to rife , and form'd the plan With fair proportion ; architect divine , Minerva , thee to my advent'rous lyre Affiftant I invoke , that means to fing BLENHEMIA , monument of British fame ...
... whose skilful hand first taught The tow'ring pile to rife , and form'd the plan With fair proportion ; architect divine , Minerva , thee to my advent'rous lyre Affiftant I invoke , that means to fing BLENHEMIA , monument of British fame ...
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... whose valour could deferve Reward fo glorious ! grateful nation hail , Who paid'ft his fervice with fo rich a meed ! Which moft fhall I admire , which worthiest praise , The Hero or the People ? Honour doubts , And weighs their virtues ...
... whose valour could deferve Reward fo glorious ! grateful nation hail , Who paid'ft his fervice with fo rich a meed ! Which moft fhall I admire , which worthiest praise , The Hero or the People ? Honour doubts , And weighs their virtues ...
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... whose aspiring mind No loffes could fubdue , enrich'd with spoils Of conquer'd nations , back return'd to Rome , And in magnificent retirement paft The evening of his life . - But not alone , In the calm fhades of honourable ease ...
... whose aspiring mind No loffes could fubdue , enrich'd with spoils Of conquer'd nations , back return'd to Rome , And in magnificent retirement paft The evening of his life . - But not alone , In the calm fhades of honourable ease ...
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