A Collection of Poems ...Robert Dodsley J. Hughs, 1758 |
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... breasts . O may the warmth of thy too tender heart Ne'er feel the sharpness of his venom'd dart ; For thy own quiet ... breast— The vale beneath a pleafing profpect yields , Of verdant meads and cultivated fields ; Through these a river ...
... breasts . O may the warmth of thy too tender heart Ne'er feel the sharpness of his venom'd dart ; For thy own quiet ... breast— The vale beneath a pleafing profpect yields , Of verdant meads and cultivated fields ; Through these a river ...
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... breast shall lie , And catch fweet madness from her fwimming eye ! -- I faw their friendly flocks together feed , I faw them hand in hand walk o'er the mead ; eyes Wou'd clos'd my had funk in endless night , Ere I was doom'd to bear ...
... breast shall lie , And catch fweet madness from her fwimming eye ! -- I faw their friendly flocks together feed , I faw them hand in hand walk o'er the mead ; eyes Wou'd clos'd my had funk in endless night , Ere I was doom'd to bear ...
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... breast ; Wearied , at length , I feek thy downy reft : No turbulence of paffion fhall destroy My future ease with flatt'ring hopes of joy . Hear , mighty Pan , and all ye Sylvans hear , What by your guardian deities I swear ; No more my ...
... breast ; Wearied , at length , I feek thy downy reft : No turbulence of paffion fhall destroy My future ease with flatt'ring hopes of joy . Hear , mighty Pan , and all ye Sylvans hear , What by your guardian deities I swear ; No more my ...
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... breast with thoughts that once were dear ; Recall thofe years which time has thrown behind , When fmiling Love with Honour shar'd thy mind : The sweet remembrance fhall thy youth restore , Fancy again fhall run past pleasures o'er , And ...
... breast with thoughts that once were dear ; Recall thofe years which time has thrown behind , When fmiling Love with Honour shar'd thy mind : The sweet remembrance fhall thy youth restore , Fancy again fhall run past pleasures o'er , And ...
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... breast , Friend to our health , and author of our rest , Bids ev'ry gloomy vexing paffion fly , And tunes each jarring string to harmony . Ev'n while I write , the name of Love inspires More pleafing thoughts , and more enliv'ning fires ...
... breast , Friend to our health , and author of our rest , Bids ev'ry gloomy vexing paffion fly , And tunes each jarring string to harmony . Ev'n while I write , the name of Love inspires More pleafing thoughts , and more enliv'ning fires ...
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ARCHIMAGE bards Bavius beſt bleft blifs bluſh boaſt bofom breaſt Britiſh cauſe charms cou'd defire Delia delight difdain Druids eaſe Edward EPIGRAM erft Ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fage fair falfe fame fenfe fhade fhall fhine fing firft firſt flame flave flow'ry fmiles foft fome fong fons foon footh form'd foul fov'reign fpirit ftill ftream fuch fure fweet GARTER gen'rous glorious glory heart heav'n heav'nly honour immortal infpire juft juftice king lefs loft lov'd lyre mind moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt nature's o'er paffion pain pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe pride prince publick rage raiſe reafon reft rife ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhould sk sk ſmile ſpread ſpring ſtate ſtill ſtore ſweet thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thro throne toils train truth uſe verſe vex'd virtue virtue's whofe whoſe wife wiſdom wiſh wou'd
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