A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley]. [2 other copies of vols. 5,6].1766 |
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... longer fought the filent shade , No more in unfrequented paths he stray'd , But call'd the nymphs to hear his jocund fong , And told his joy to all the rustic throng . A 3 Bleft Bleft be the hour , he faid , that happy ( 5 )
... longer fought the filent shade , No more in unfrequented paths he stray'd , But call'd the nymphs to hear his jocund fong , And told his joy to all the rustic throng . A 3 Bleft Bleft be the hour , he faid , that happy ( 5 )
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Collection Robert Dodsley. Bleft be the hour , he faid , that happy hour , When firft I own'd my Delia's gentle pow'r ; Then gloomy difcontent and pining care Forfook my breast , and left soft wishes there : Soft wishes there they left ...
Collection Robert Dodsley. Bleft be the hour , he faid , that happy hour , When firft I own'd my Delia's gentle pow'r ; Then gloomy difcontent and pining care Forfook my breast , and left soft wishes there : Soft wishes there they left ...
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... her as we parted laft , And may each future hour be like the past ! So fhall the whiteft lamb these paftures feed , Propitious Venus , on thy altars bleed . JE A- T JEALOUSY . ECLOGUE III . To Mr. EDWARD WALPOLE ( 8 )
... her as we parted laft , And may each future hour be like the past ! So fhall the whiteft lamb these paftures feed , Propitious Venus , on thy altars bleed . JE A- T JEALOUSY . ECLOGUE III . To Mr. EDWARD WALPOLE ( 8 )
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... hour employ ; But let her Damon be her highest joy . With thee , my Love , for ever will I ftay , All night carefs thee , and admire all day ; In the fame field our mingled flocks we'll feed , To the same spring our thirsty heifers lead ...
... hour employ ; But let her Damon be her highest joy . With thee , my Love , for ever will I ftay , All night carefs thee , and admire all day ; In the fame field our mingled flocks we'll feed , To the same spring our thirsty heifers lead ...
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... wear my useless time away ; 66 Sleep ( wretched maid ! ) all night , and dream all day ; " Go at fet hours to dinner and to prayer ; " For dulnefs ever must be regular . VOL . II . B " Now " Now with mamma at tedious whift I play ; ( 17 )
... wear my useless time away ; 66 Sleep ( wretched maid ! ) all night , and dream all day ; " Go at fet hours to dinner and to prayer ; " For dulnefs ever must be regular . VOL . II . B " Now " Now with mamma at tedious whift I play ; ( 17 )
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