A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands: With NotesJ. Dodsley, 1782 |
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... soft the fadly - pleafing tear . Oh ! gently on thy Suppliant's head , Dread Goddess , lay thy chaft'ning hand ! Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad , Nor circled with the vengeful Band ( As by the Impious thou art feen ) 1 With thund'ring ...
... soft the fadly - pleafing tear . Oh ! gently on thy Suppliant's head , Dread Goddess , lay thy chaft'ning hand ! Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad , Nor circled with the vengeful Band ( As by the Impious thou art feen ) 1 With thund'ring ...
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... Soft harbingers of vice , and premature decay . XXXV . A few , alas how few ! by heav'n's high will With fubtile spirits endow'd and finews strong , Albe fore " mated by the tempests fhrill , That bellow'd fierce and rife the rocks ...
... Soft harbingers of vice , and premature decay . XXXV . A few , alas how few ! by heav'n's high will With fubtile spirits endow'd and finews strong , Albe fore " mated by the tempests fhrill , That bellow'd fierce and rife the rocks ...
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... Soft maids and village hinds fhall bring Each op'ning fweet , of earliest bloom , And rifle all the breathing Spring . II . No wailing ghoft fhall dare appear To vex with fhrieks this quiet grove : But shepherd lads affemble here . And ...
... Soft maids and village hinds fhall bring Each op'ning fweet , of earliest bloom , And rifle all the breathing Spring . II . No wailing ghoft fhall dare appear To vex with fhrieks this quiet grove : But shepherd lads affemble here . And ...
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... soft fair may say , Poifon's fo fhocking - but confider pray , She fear'd the Roman , he the marriage chain : All other means to free them both were vain . Let none then Maffiniffa's conduct blame , He first his love confulted , then ...
... soft fair may say , Poifon's fo fhocking - but confider pray , She fear'd the Roman , he the marriage chain : All other means to free them both were vain . Let none then Maffiniffa's conduct blame , He first his love confulted , then ...
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... too much who knows ; Oft fhall he with himfelf from thought releaft ; The fatal knowledge in his bofom glows , And mars his golden reft , and murders soft repose . XXII . Sir XXII . Sir Chaunticleer now ey'd the rifing day , [ 152 ]
... too much who knows ; Oft fhall he with himfelf from thought releaft ; The fatal knowledge in his bofom glows , And mars his golden reft , and murders soft repose . XXII . Sir XXII . Sir Chaunticleer now ey'd the rifing day , [ 152 ]
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