A Collection of Poems: In Six Volumes, Том 4J. Hughs, 1765 |
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... green : Drefs'd by her hand the Woods and Vallies fmile , And Spring diffusive decks th ' inchanted ifle . O more than all in pow'rful genius blest , Come , take thine empire o'er the willing breast ! Whate'er the wounds this youthful ...
... green : Drefs'd by her hand the Woods and Vallies fmile , And Spring diffusive decks th ' inchanted ifle . O more than all in pow'rful genius blest , Come , take thine empire o'er the willing breast ! Whate'er the wounds this youthful ...
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... green , And dress thy grave with pearly dew ! IV . The red - breast oft at ev'ning hours Shall kindly lend his little aid : With hoary mofs , and gather'd flow'rs , To deck the ground where thou art laid . V. When howling winds , and ...
... green , And dress thy grave with pearly dew ! IV . The red - breast oft at ev'ning hours Shall kindly lend his little aid : With hoary mofs , and gather'd flow'rs , To deck the ground where thou art laid . V. When howling winds , and ...
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... green , The fields and the woods , in the vale or the hill : The trees , and the cottage that peeps out between , The clear stream that runs bubbling in many a rill , That will show your fair face as you stand on the brink , And murmurs ...
... green , The fields and the woods , in the vale or the hill : The trees , and the cottage that peeps out between , The clear stream that runs bubbling in many a rill , That will show your fair face as you stand on the brink , And murmurs ...
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... green , like fairies light , Some flow'rets cull to deck their flowing hair ; Then tell me , foothly , fwain , which fight thou deem'ft [ moft fair . IV . To you , bright ftars , that sparkle on our inle , I give my life , my fortune ...
... green , like fairies light , Some flow'rets cull to deck their flowing hair ; Then tell me , foothly , fwain , which fight thou deem'ft [ moft fair . IV . To you , bright ftars , that sparkle on our inle , I give my life , my fortune ...
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... green , the buxom wake , " Since Colin's gone I taste of nought but drear . " Stretch me , ye maidens , ftretch me on the bier , " And let my grave - ftone thefe true words adorn : " A wretched maiden lies intombed here , " Who faw a ...
... green , the buxom wake , " Since Colin's gone I taste of nought but drear . " Stretch me , ye maidens , ftretch me on the bier , " And let my grave - ftone thefe true words adorn : " A wretched maiden lies intombed here , " Who faw a ...
Често срещани думи и фрази
ARISBE beneath bleft bloom bluſh boaſt bofom bow'r breaſt bright caft cauſe charms Columbel dæmons dear eaſe erft Ev'n eyes facred fafe fage fair fame fate fcorn fear fhade fhall fhine fhould figh filent fing firſt fkies flain fleep flow'rs fmiles foft folemn fome fong fons foon footh forrow foul ftill fuch fure fweet fwelling grace grove heart heav'n Henry Pelham honour laſt lefs loft lov'd lyre maid mind moſt mourn Mufe Muſe muſt myſelf night nymphs o'er paffion pain peace penfive plain pleaſe pleaſure Pompey pow'r praiſe pride purſue raiſe reafon reſt rife roſe ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhine ſkies ſky ſmiling ſpeak ſpread ſpring Squire ſtand ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtreams ſweet taſte tears thee theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand toil train tranſports vale Virgil's tomb virtue Whilft whofe Whoſe wiſh youth
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