The Works of the English Poets: Congreve and FentonH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... these strains are sung , For thee my voice is tun'd , and speaking lyre is ftrung ; For every grace of every Mufe is thine In thee their various fires united shine , Darling of Phoebus and the tuneful Nine ! To thee alone I dare my fong ...
... these strains are sung , For thee my voice is tun'd , and speaking lyre is ftrung ; For every grace of every Mufe is thine In thee their various fires united shine , Darling of Phoebus and the tuneful Nine ! To thee alone I dare my fong ...
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... these , his way pursued , And first of all was by Achilles view'd . About his knees his trembling arms he caft , And agonizing grasp'd and held them fast ; Then caught his hands , and kiss'd and press'd them close , Those hands , th ...
... these , his way pursued , And first of all was by Achilles view'd . About his knees his trembling arms he caft , And agonizing grasp'd and held them fast ; Then caught his hands , and kiss'd and press'd them close , Those hands , th ...
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... hand , Biting that ground , with which their blood was ftain'd . Fierce was thy father ( O my child ) in war , And never did his foes in battle spare ; Thence Thence come these fufferings , which so much have coft CONGREVE'S POEMS .
... hand , Biting that ground , with which their blood was ftain'd . Fierce was thy father ( O my child ) in war , And never did his foes in battle spare ; Thence Thence come these fufferings , which so much have coft CONGREVE'S POEMS .
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Samuel Johnson. Thence come these fufferings , which so much have coft , Much woe to all , but fure to me the most . I faw him not , when in the pangs of death , Nor did my lips receive his latest breath ; Why held he not to me his dying ...
Samuel Johnson. Thence come these fufferings , which so much have coft , Much woe to all , but fure to me the most . I faw him not , when in the pangs of death , Nor did my lips receive his latest breath ; Why held he not to me his dying ...
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... these prayers and alms can buy One moment tow'rd Eternity . Erernity ! that boundless race , Which Time himself can never run ( Swift , as he flies , with an unweary'd pace ) : Which , when ten thousand , thousand years are done , Is ...
... these prayers and alms can buy One moment tow'rd Eternity . Erernity ! that boundless race , Which Time himself can never run ( Swift , as he flies , with an unweary'd pace ) : Which , when ten thousand , thousand years are done , Is ...
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