The Works of the English Poets: Congreve and FentonH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... Here then , extended on this wither'd mofs , We'll lie , and thou shalt fing of Albion's lofs , B 3 Of Of Albion's lofs , and of Paftora's death , Begin [ 5 ] The Mourning Mufe of Alexis A Paftoral, menting the Death of Queen Mary.
... Here then , extended on this wither'd mofs , We'll lie , and thou shalt fing of Albion's lofs , B 3 Of Of Albion's lofs , and of Paftora's death , Begin [ 5 ] The Mourning Mufe of Alexis A Paftoral, menting the Death of Queen Mary.
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Samuel Johnson. Of Albion's lofs , and of Paftora's death , Begin thy mournful fong , and raise thy tuneful breath . ALEX 1 S. Ah woe too great ! Ah theme which far exceeds The lowly lays of humble fhepherds reeds ! O could I fing in ...
Samuel Johnson. Of Albion's lofs , and of Paftora's death , Begin thy mournful fong , and raise thy tuneful breath . ALEX 1 S. Ah woe too great ! Ah theme which far exceeds The lowly lays of humble fhepherds reeds ! O could I fing in ...
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... death the lies , Death in eternal fhades has fhut Paftora's eyes . Lament , ye nymphs ; and mourn , ye wretched fwains ; Stray , all ye flocks ; and defert be , ye plains ; Sigh , all ye winds ; and weep , ye crystal floods ; Fade , all ...
... death the lies , Death in eternal fhades has fhut Paftora's eyes . Lament , ye nymphs ; and mourn , ye wretched fwains ; Stray , all ye flocks ; and defert be , ye plains ; Sigh , all ye winds ; and weep , ye crystal floods ; Fade , all ...
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... death ! more fierce and unrelenting far , Than wildest wolves or favage tigers are ; With lambs and fheep their hungers are appeas'd , But ravenous death the fhepherdefs has seiz'd . I mourn Paftora dead ; let Albion mourn , And fable ...
... death ! more fierce and unrelenting far , Than wildest wolves or favage tigers are ; With lambs and fheep their hungers are appeas'd , But ravenous death the fhepherdefs has seiz'd . I mourn Paftora dead ; let Albion mourn , And fable ...
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... deaths around him fly ; And burning balls hifs harmless by : For ev'ry fire his facred head must spare , Nor dares the lightning touch the laurels there . .VIII . Now many a wounded Briton feels the rage Of miffive fires that fefter in ...
... deaths around him fly ; And burning balls hifs harmless by : For ev'ry fire his facred head must spare , Nor dares the lightning touch the laurels there . .VIII . Now many a wounded Briton feels the rage Of miffive fires that fefter in ...
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