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" I'm the god of sweet song, and inspirer of lays ; Nor for lays, nor sweet song, the fair fugitive stays ; I'm the god of the harp — stop my fairest — in vain ; Nor the harp, nor the harper could fetch her again. Every plant, every flower, and their... "
The Poetical Farrago: Being a Miscellaneous Assemblage of Epigrams and Other ... - Страница 159
1794
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The Hive: A Collection of the Most Celebrated Songs, Том 4

1732 - 284 страници
...faireft: ' in vain; Nor the harp, nor the harper, cou'd fetch her again. * Every plant, every flow'r, and their virtues, I know ; ' God of light I'm above, and of phyfick below : ' .At the dreadful vrordphyjick, the nymph fled more faft; At the fatal word pkyftck...

The Works of the Most Celebrated Minor Poets: Containing the Works of ..., Том 2

1749 - 280 страници
...harp, nor the harper, could fetch her again. III. 202 , v The WORKS of III. Ev'iy plant, ev'ry flow'r, and their virtues I know, God of light I'm above,...: At the dreadful word phyfic, the nymph fled more faff ; At the fatal word phyfic ihe doubled her halte. IV. Thou fond god of wifdom, then alter thy...

The Works of Celebrated Authors, of Whose Writings There are But Small ...

1750 - 434 страници
...faireft— in vain ; Nor the Harp, nor the Harper, could fetch her again. III. Ev'ry Plant, ev'ry Flow'r, and their Virtues I know, God of Light I'm above,...below: At the dreadful Word Phyfic, the Nymph fled morefaft : At the fatal Word Phyfic (he doubled her hafte. IV. Thou fond God of Wifdom, then alter...

The Poetical Calendar, Containing a Collection of Scarce and ..., Томове 1–2

Francis Fawkes - 1763 - 266 страници
...flop myfaireft — in vain; Nor the harp, nor the harper, could fetch her again. Every plant, every flower, and their virtues I know, God of light I'm...of phyfic below: At the dreadful word phyfic, the nymphfled more faft ; At the fatal word phyfic, me doubled her hafte. • Thou fond god of wifdom,...

A Collection of the Most Esteemed Pieces of Poetry, that Have Appeared for ...

Moses Mendez - 1770 - 334 страници
..."ftop, my-faireft — in vain; Nor the harp, nor the harper, could fetch her again. Every plant, every flower, and their virtues I know, God of light I'm...god of wifdom, then alter thy phrafe, Bid her view the young bloom, and thy ravifhing rays, Tell her lefs of thy knowledge, and more of thy charms, And,...

The Works of the English Poets: Rowe; Tickell

Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 248 страници
...my faireft—in vain ; JN'or the harp, nor the harper, could fetch her again. m. Every plant, every flower, and their virtues I know, God of light I'm...below: At the dreadful word phyfic, the nymph fled more fuft j At the fatal word phyf:c fhc doubled her hnlic. IV. Thon fond god of wifdom, then, alter thy...

The Works of the English Poets, Том 26

Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 256 страници
...my faireft— in vain ; Nor the harp, nor the harper, could fetch her again. III. Every plant, every flower, and their virtues I know, God of light I'm above, and of phyfic below i At the dreadful word phyfic, the nymph fled more faft ; At the fatal word phyfic fhe doubkd her hafte....

The Works of the English Poets: Rowe and Tickell

Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 256 страници
...Every plant, every flower, and their virtues I know, God of light I'm above, and of phyfic below i At the dreadful word phyfic, the nymph fled more faft ; At the fatal word phyfic (he doubled her hafte. IV. Thou fond god of wifdom, then, alter thy phrafe, Bid her viaw the young...

The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical ..., Томове 26–28

Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 738 страници
...my faireft—in vain ; Nor the harp, nor the harper, could fetch her again. HI. Every plant, every flower, and their virtues I know, God of light I'm above, and of phyfie below i At the dreadful word phyfie, the nymph fled more faft ; At the fatal word phyfie flie...

A Complete Edition of the Poets of Great Britain..: Pope. Gay. Pattison ...

1794 - 918 страници
...dop mi faireft — in vain ; Nor the harp, nor the harper, could fetch her again. Every plant, every flower, and their virtues I know, God of light I'm above, and of phyfic below s At the dreadiul word phylic, the nymph fled more fad; At the fatal word phyfic (he doubled her hade....




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