The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Том 371790 |
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... Lycidas with proftrate duty bow ; Swift , as the falcon's wing , I faw her fly , And heard the cavern to his groans reply . Why ftream thy tears for forrows not thy own ? DIONE . Oh ! where are honour , faith , and justice flown ...
... Lycidas with proftrate duty bow ; Swift , as the falcon's wing , I faw her fly , And heard the cavern to his groans reply . Why ftream thy tears for forrows not thy own ? DIONE . Oh ! where are honour , faith , and justice flown ...
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... turn her favage mind ; May the like Daphne fly , nor look behind , Maintain her fcorn , his eager flame despise , Nor view Evander with Dione's eyes ! VOL . XXXVII . Q ACT A CT II . SCENE I. Lycidas lying on the DIONE . 225.
... turn her favage mind ; May the like Daphne fly , nor look behind , Maintain her fcorn , his eager flame despise , Nor view Evander with Dione's eyes ! VOL . XXXVII . Q ACT A CT II . SCENE I. Lycidas lying on the DIONE . 225.
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English poets. A CT II . SCENE I. Lycidas lying on the grave of Menalcas . WH LYCIDAS . HEN fhall thefe fcalding fountains ceafe to flow ? How long will life fuftain this load of woe ? Why glows the morn ? Roll back , thou fource of ...
English poets. A CT II . SCENE I. Lycidas lying on the grave of Menalcas . WH LYCIDAS . HEN fhall thefe fcalding fountains ceafe to flow ? How long will life fuftain this load of woe ? Why glows the morn ? Roll back , thou fource of ...
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English poets. SCENE II . LYCIDAS , DIONE in a Shepherd's Habit . LYCIDAS . Hah ! who comes here ? turn hence , be timely wife ; Trust not thy fafety to Parthenia's eyes . As from the bearing falcon flies the dove , So , wing'd with fear ...
English poets. SCENE II . LYCIDAS , DIONE in a Shepherd's Habit . LYCIDAS . Hah ! who comes here ? turn hence , be timely wife ; Trust not thy fafety to Parthenia's eyes . As from the bearing falcon flies the dove , So , wing'd with fear ...
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... LYCIDAS . But you perhaps a happier fate have found , And the fame hand that gave , now heals the wound . Or art thou left abandon'd and forlorn , A wretch , like me , the sport of pride and scorn ? DIONE . O tell me , shepherd , hath ...
... LYCIDAS . But you perhaps a happier fate have found , And the fame hand that gave , now heals the wound . Or art thou left abandon'd and forlorn , A wretch , like me , the sport of pride and scorn ? DIONE . O tell me , shepherd , hath ...
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Afide againſt Alexis beauty befide beneath bofom breaſt cauſe CLEANTHES cloſe confefs court cries defcend deſpair difgrace DIONE Dione's diſguiſe dy'd e'er Evander eyes FABLE FABLE fafe faid falfe fame fate faultering fays fcorn fecret feek fhade fhall fhould fide fighs fight firſt flain flame flies fome fool forrows foul friendſhip ftand ftate ftill ftrength fuch fudden fwain fylvan Guife hand hate hath hear heart honeft honour hour houſe juſt knaves LAURA loft LYCIDAS maid Menalcas mind moſt muft muſt ne'er nymph o'er paffion PARTHENIA plain pleaſure Plutus praiſe pride purſue race rais'd raiſe ravenous band reft reply'd rife rofe SCENE ſhake ſhall ſhare ſhe SHEPHERD ſhow ſkill ſome ſpeak ſtate ſteps tears thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou tongue truſt Twas vex'd Whene'er whofe Whoſe wife wretch XXXVII
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