A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley]. [2 other copies of vols. 5,6].1766 |
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... heart if what I tell be true ? To the green margin of a lonely wood , Whofe pendent fhades o'erlook'd a filver flood , Young Damon came , unknowing were he ftray'd , Full of the image of his beauteous maid : His flock far off , unfed ...
... heart if what I tell be true ? To the green margin of a lonely wood , Whofe pendent fhades o'erlook'd a filver flood , Young Damon came , unknowing were he ftray'd , Full of the image of his beauteous maid : His flock far off , unfed ...
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... heart employ'd on her alone . Then too fhe fmil'd : can smiles our peace deftroy , Thofe lovely Children of Content and Joy ? How can foft pleasure and tormenting woe , From the fame spring at the fame moment flow ? Unhappy boy , thefe ...
... heart employ'd on her alone . Then too fhe fmil'd : can smiles our peace deftroy , Thofe lovely Children of Content and Joy ? How can foft pleasure and tormenting woe , From the fame spring at the fame moment flow ? Unhappy boy , thefe ...
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... heart fuffer'd when she gave me pain . Pleas'd with this flatt'ring thought the love - fick boy Felt the faint dawnings of a doubtful joy ; Back to his flock more chearful he return'd , When now the fetting fun lefs fiercely burn'd ...
... heart fuffer'd when she gave me pain . Pleas'd with this flatt'ring thought the love - fick boy Felt the faint dawnings of a doubtful joy ; Back to his flock more chearful he return'd , When now the fetting fun lefs fiercely burn'd ...
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... heart as if it ftrove to break ? Why were the defart rocks invok'd to hear The plaintive accents of thy fad despair ? From Delia's rigour all thofe pains arofe , Delia , who now compaffionates my woes , Who bids me hope ; and in that ...
... heart as if it ftrove to break ? Why were the defart rocks invok'd to hear The plaintive accents of thy fad despair ? From Delia's rigour all thofe pains arofe , Delia , who now compaffionates my woes , Who bids me hope ; and in that ...
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... heart Ne'er feel the sharpness of his venom'd dart ; For thy own quiet think thy mistress juft , And wifely take thy happiness on truft . Begin my Muse , and Damon's woes rehearse , In wildest numbers and diforder'd verfe . On a ...
... heart Ne'er feel the sharpness of his venom'd dart ; For thy own quiet think thy mistress juft , And wifely take thy happiness on truft . Begin my Muse , and Damon's woes rehearse , In wildest numbers and diforder'd verfe . On a ...
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