The temple of Apollo, being a selection of the best poems, from the most esteem'd authors, by W. Hodgson1800 |
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... FANCY hovering near , Wide waves her glancing wing in air ; And young wIT flings his pointed dart , That guiltless firikes the willing heart . Fear not now affliction's power , Fear not now wild paffion's rage , Nor fear ye aught in ...
... FANCY hovering near , Wide waves her glancing wing in air ; And young wIT flings his pointed dart , That guiltless firikes the willing heart . Fear not now affliction's power , Fear not now wild paffion's rage , Nor fear ye aught in ...
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... to follow nature was the mode . He then his fancy with autumnal fcenes Amuting , chanc'd befide his reaper - train To walk , when poor LAVINIA drew his eye ; Unconscious of her pow'r , and turning quick , With 72 TEMPLE OF APOLLO .
... to follow nature was the mode . He then his fancy with autumnal fcenes Amuting , chanc'd befide his reaper - train To walk , when poor LAVINIA drew his eye ; Unconscious of her pow'r , and turning quick , With 72 TEMPLE OF APOLLO .
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... fancy feed , So fhall existence then be life indeed . ILL - NATURE . OFFSPRING of folly and of pride , To all that's odious , all that's bafe ally'd ; Nurs'd up by vice , by pravity mifled , By pedant affectation taught and bred : Away ...
... fancy feed , So fhall existence then be life indeed . ILL - NATURE . OFFSPRING of folly and of pride , To all that's odious , all that's bafe ally'd ; Nurs'd up by vice , by pravity mifled , By pedant affectation taught and bred : Away ...
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... fancy pines ; and yon bright arch , Contracted , bends into a dufky vault . All nature fades extinct ; and she alone Heard , felt , and feen , poffeffes ev'ry thought , Fills ev'ry fenfe , and pants in ev'ry vein . Books are but formal ...
... fancy pines ; and yon bright arch , Contracted , bends into a dufky vault . All nature fades extinct ; and she alone Heard , felt , and feen , poffeffes ev'ry thought , Fills ev'ry fenfe , and pants in ev'ry vein . Books are but formal ...
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... Fancy pours , Afresh , her beauties on his bufy thought , Her firft endearments twining round the foul , With all the witchcrafts of enfnaring love . Straight the fierce ftorm involves his mind anew , Flames thro ' the nerves , and ...
... Fancy pours , Afresh , her beauties on his bufy thought , Her firft endearments twining round the foul , With all the witchcrafts of enfnaring love . Straight the fierce ftorm involves his mind anew , Flames thro ' the nerves , and ...
Често срещани думи и фрази
beauty beneath blefs bleft blifs bloom bofom bow'r breaft breath bright charms cheek cry'd dear defert delight dreft e'er earth ev'ning ev'ry facred fafe faid fair fancy fate fcene fecret feek feen fhade fhall fhine fhore fide figh filent fing firanger firft fkies fleep flow flow'rs fmiles foft folemn fome fong fons foon footh forrow foul fpirit fpread fpring ftill ftorm ftray ftream fuch fwain fweet glow goddefs grace grove happy heart heav'n hermit IANTHE juft laft loft lov'd lyre maid mind MIRTH moffy moft morn mufe muft MUSIDORA nature's night nymph o'er paffion pain PALEMON PEACE pleaſure pow'r praife pride reft rife rofe round ſhade ſhall ſhe ſkies ſky ſtate tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thou thouſand Twas vale vermil VIRTUE weft whofe wild wind youth
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