Granville. Yalden. Tickell. Swift. Hammond. Somerville. Parnell. Savage. BroomeSamuel Johnson A. Miller, 1800 |
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... pain ? Ah ! why torment thy friend ? Begin , begin , the myftic fpells prepare , Bring Myra back , my perjur'd ... painful is restraint , Eafe thy preft heart , and give thy forrows vent ; Whence fprang , and how began thefe griefs ...
... pain ? Ah ! why torment thy friend ? Begin , begin , the myftic fpells prepare , Bring Myra back , my perjur'd ... painful is restraint , Eafe thy preft heart , and give thy forrows vent ; Whence fprang , and how began thefe griefs ...
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... pain : Thy heart , fond lover , does thy threats belie , Canft thou hurt her , for whom thou yet wouldft die ? Nor durft the thus thy juft refentment brave , But that she knows how much thy foul's her flave . But fee ! Aurora rifing ...
... pain : Thy heart , fond lover , does thy threats belie , Canft thou hurt her , for whom thou yet wouldft die ? Nor durft the thus thy juft refentment brave , But that she knows how much thy foul's her flave . But fee ! Aurora rifing ...
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... pain , I'll be this abject thing no more , Love , give me back my heart again . Despair tormented firft my breaft , Now falfehood , a more cruel guest ; O ! for the peace of human kind ; Mike women longer true , or fooner kind ; With ...
... pain , I'll be this abject thing no more , Love , give me back my heart again . Despair tormented firft my breaft , Now falfehood , a more cruel guest ; O ! for the peace of human kind ; Mike women longer true , or fooner kind ; With ...
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... pains poor lovers feel ; When that is done , then tell the fair That I endure much more for her : Who'd truly know ... pain , I am too proud for your difdain . HER NAME . Whofe eyes have kindled fuch a flame ; GUESS , and I'll frankly ...
... pains poor lovers feel ; When that is done , then tell the fair That I endure much more for her : Who'd truly know ... pain , I am too proud for your difdain . HER NAME . Whofe eyes have kindled fuch a flame ; GUESS , and I'll frankly ...
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... pain , Or any ill , but hearing her complain ; Intent on her , my love forgets his own , Nor frames one with , but for her fake alone ; Whome'er the Gods have deftin'd to prefer , They cannot make me wretched , bleffing her . I C L O E ...
... pain , Or any ill , but hearing her complain ; Intent on her , my love forgets his own , Nor frames one with , but for her fake alone ; Whome'er the Gods have deftin'd to prefer , They cannot make me wretched , bleffing her . I C L O E ...
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