The Works of the English Poets: Congreve and FentonH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... golden hair . grove , With their sharp nails , themselves the Satyrs wound , And tug their fhaggy beards , and bite with grief the ground . Lo Pan himself beneath a blasted oak Dejected lies , his pipe in pieces broke . See Pales ...
... golden hair . grove , With their sharp nails , themselves the Satyrs wound , And tug their fhaggy beards , and bite with grief the ground . Lo Pan himself beneath a blasted oak Dejected lies , his pipe in pieces broke . See Pales ...
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... fhall ' fcape his hungry maw , But bleeding Nature prove the rigid law . Not yet the loofen'd earth aloft was flung , Or pois'd amid the skies in balance hung ; C 3 Nor . Nor yet did golden fires the fun adorn , THE BIRTH OF THE MUSE . 21.
... fhall ' fcape his hungry maw , But bleeding Nature prove the rigid law . Not yet the loofen'd earth aloft was flung , Or pois'd amid the skies in balance hung ; C 3 Nor . Nor yet did golden fires the fun adorn , THE BIRTH OF THE MUSE . 21.
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... golden age . The golden leaf to filver foon refigns , And fair the fheet , but yet more faintly , fhines . Of bafer brafs , the next denotes the times . An impious page deform'd with deadly crimes . The fourth yet wears a worfe and ...
... golden age . The golden leaf to filver foon refigns , And fair the fheet , but yet more faintly , fhines . Of bafer brafs , the next denotes the times . An impious page deform'd with deadly crimes . The fourth yet wears a worfe and ...
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... golden Ceres grace the waving field . Th ' adventurous man , who durft the deep explore , Oppofe the winds , and tempt the shelfy fhore , Beneath his roof now taftes unbroken reft , Enough with native wealth and plenty blest . No more ...
... golden Ceres grace the waving field . Th ' adventurous man , who durft the deep explore , Oppofe the winds , and tempt the shelfy fhore , Beneath his roof now taftes unbroken reft , Enough with native wealth and plenty blest . No more ...
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... golden harp and laurel crown . The soft entervate lyre is drown'd In the deep organ's more majestic sound . In peals the fwelling notes ascend the skies ; Perpetual breath the swelling notes supplies , And lafting as her name , Who form ...
... golden harp and laurel crown . The soft entervate lyre is drown'd In the deep organ's more majestic sound . In peals the fwelling notes ascend the skies ; Perpetual breath the swelling notes supplies , And lafting as her name , Who form ...
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