A Complete Edition of the Poets of Great Britain..: Pope. Gay. Pattison. Hammond. Savage. Hill. Tickell. Somervile. Broome. Pitt. BlairJohn & Arthur Arch, ... and for Bell & Bradfute & I. Mundell & Company, Edinburgh., 1794 |
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... tears bestow , There the first roses of the year fhall blow ; While angels with their filver wings o'erfhade The ground now facred by thy relics made . So , peaceful refts , without a stone , a name , What once had beauty , titles ...
... tears bestow , There the first roses of the year fhall blow ; While angels with their filver wings o'erfhade The ground now facred by thy relics made . So , peaceful refts , without a stone , a name , What once had beauty , titles ...
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... tears thall flow from a more generous caufe , Such tears as patriots fhed for dying laws : He bids your breafts with ancient ardour rife , And calls forth Roman drops from British eyes . Virtue confefs'd in human fhape he draws , What ...
... tears thall flow from a more generous caufe , Such tears as patriots fhed for dying laws : He bids your breafts with ancient ardour rife , And calls forth Roman drops from British eyes . Virtue confefs'd in human fhape he draws , What ...
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... tears : My brother next , neglecting wealth and fame , Ignobly burn'd in a destructive flame : An infant daughter late my griefs increas'd , And all a mother's cares diftra & t my breaft . Alas , what more could fate itfelf impote , But ...
... tears : My brother next , neglecting wealth and fame , Ignobly burn'd in a destructive flame : An infant daughter late my griefs increas'd , And all a mother's cares diftra & t my breaft . Alas , what more could fate itfelf impote , But ...
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... tears the withering herbs bedew . For thee the fading trees appear to mourn , And birds defer their fongs till thy return : Night fhades the groves , and all in filence lie ,. All but the mournful Philomel and I : With mournful Philomel ...
... tears the withering herbs bedew . For thee the fading trees appear to mourn , And birds defer their fongs till thy return : Night fhades the groves , and all in filence lie ,. All but the mournful Philomel and I : With mournful Philomel ...
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... tears for ages taught to flow in vain . Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose , That well - known name awakens all my woes . Oh , name for ever fad ! for ever dear ! Still breath'd in fighs , still usher'd with a tear . tremble too ...
... tears for ages taught to flow in vain . Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose , That well - known name awakens all my woes . Oh , name for ever fad ! for ever dear ! Still breath'd in fighs , still usher'd with a tear . tremble too ...
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