A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands: With NotesJ. Dodsley, 1782 |
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... thine harmonious train , Who by thy aid erst humaniz'd mankind , Inspire , direct , and moralize the strain , That doth effay to teach thy treasures how to gain ! And THOU , whofe pious and maternal care , The fubftitute of heavenly ...
... thine harmonious train , Who by thy aid erst humaniz'd mankind , Inspire , direct , and moralize the strain , That doth effay to teach thy treasures how to gain ! And THOU , whofe pious and maternal care , The fubftitute of heavenly ...
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... thine empire o'er the willing breast ! Whate'er the wounds this youthful heart shall feel , Thy songs support me , and thy morals heal ! There every thought the poet's warmth may raife , There native mufic dwells in all the lays . O ...
... thine empire o'er the willing breast ! Whate'er the wounds this youthful heart shall feel , Thy songs support me , and thy morals heal ! There every thought the poet's warmth may raife , There native mufic dwells in all the lays . O ...
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... thine eyes to fuch deceitful woe ; Caught by the beauty of thy outward fhow , Like me they do not love , whate'er they seem , Like me — with passion founded on esteem . ANSWER ANSWER TO THE FOREGOING LINES . BY LORD HERVEY . [ 82 ]
... thine eyes to fuch deceitful woe ; Caught by the beauty of thy outward fhow , Like me they do not love , whate'er they seem , Like me — with passion founded on esteem . ANSWER ANSWER TO THE FOREGOING LINES . BY LORD HERVEY . [ 82 ]
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... thine no more : Since Fate has caft the lot , and we must part , Why should I wish to think I had his heart ? XII . Yes : let me cherish that remembrance still ; That thought alone fhall foften every ill ; To tell my foul , his love ...
... thine no more : Since Fate has caft the lot , and we must part , Why should I wish to think I had his heart ? XII . Yes : let me cherish that remembrance still ; That thought alone fhall foften every ill ; To tell my foul , his love ...
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... thine to feed the lamp , fhall burn the fame , Yet fhall the stream of years abate that fire , And cold esteem fucceed to warm defire : Then on thy breast unraptur'd fhall I dwell , Nor feel a joy beyond what I can tell . Or fay ...
... thine to feed the lamp , fhall burn the fame , Yet fhall the stream of years abate that fire , And cold esteem fucceed to warm defire : Then on thy breast unraptur'd fhall I dwell , Nor feel a joy beyond what I can tell . Or fay ...
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