Epistles, with his amoursTonson, 1725 |
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Abfence Acontius againſt Arms Beauty beſt betray'd Bluſhes Breaſt Caufe Cauſe Charms Corinna cou'd Crime Cydippe dear Death Defire Deianira Demophoon Dido doft ELEGY Epiftle Ev'n ev'ry Eyes fafe faid Fair falfe Fame Fate fear felf fhall fhould fierce fince firft firſt flain Flame foft fome foon ftill fuch fure Goddeſs Gods Grecian Hand Heart Heav'n himſelf Houſe Joys Kiffes laft Laodamia laſt lefs loft lov'd Love Love's Lover Maid Medea Menelaus Miſtreſs moſt muft muſt ne'er Night Nymph o'er OEnone Ovid Paffion Phaon Phillis pleaſe Pleaſure Pow'r Pray'rs prefent purſue Pylos Rage reft rife Sapho ſhall ſhe Sifter Soul ſpread ſtay ſtill Tears tender thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou Thoughts thouſand Thracian thro Tibullus Tranflation Troy Twas Ulyffes uſe Venus Verfe Vows Whilft whofe Wife Winds Wiſhes wou'd Wounds
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