The Works of the English Poets: Congreve and FentonH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... leave this common form of dumb diftrefs , Each vulgar grief can fighs and tears exprefs ; In fweet complaining notes thy paffion vent , And not in fighs , but words explaining fighs , lament . ALEXIS . ALEXIS . Wild be my words ...
... leave this common form of dumb diftrefs , Each vulgar grief can fighs and tears exprefs ; In fweet complaining notes thy paffion vent , And not in fighs , but words explaining fighs , lament . ALEXIS . ALEXIS . Wild be my words ...
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... leaves all colours yield , And opening is with fweetest odours fill'd . As lofty pines o'ertop the lowly reed , So did her graceful height all nymphs exceed ; To which excelling height , the bore a mind Humble , as ofiers bending to the ...
... leaves all colours yield , And opening is with fweetest odours fill'd . As lofty pines o'ertop the lowly reed , So did her graceful height all nymphs exceed ; To which excelling height , the bore a mind Humble , as ofiers bending to the ...
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... leave their honey there : Thither let Fairies with their train refort , Neglect their revels and their midnight sport . There in unufual wailings waste the night , And watch her , by the fiery glow - worm's light . There may no difmal ...
... leave their honey there : Thither let Fairies with their train refort , Neglect their revels and their midnight sport . There in unufual wailings waste the night , And watch her , by the fiery glow - worm's light . There may no difmal ...
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... leaves , and hangs its head . On every tree the blossoms turn to tears , And every bough a weeping moisture bears ... leave on thorns their locks of golden hair . grove , With their sharp nails , themselves the Satyrs wound , And tug ...
... leaves , and hangs its head . On every tree the blossoms turn to tears , And every bough a weeping moisture bears ... leave on thorns their locks of golden hair . grove , With their sharp nails , themselves the Satyrs wound , And tug ...
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... For war let more harmonious harps be strung : Sing thou of love , and leave great William's deeds To him who fung the Boyne or him to whom he fung . THE THE BIRTH OF THE MUSE . To the Right Honourable ON THE TAKING OF NAMUR . 19.
... For war let more harmonious harps be strung : Sing thou of love , and leave great William's deeds To him who fung the Boyne or him to whom he fung . THE THE BIRTH OF THE MUSE . To the Right Honourable ON THE TAKING OF NAMUR . 19.
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