Universal Magazine of Knowledge and Pleasure, Том 91Pub. for J. Hinton., 1792 |
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... thou and furies fhared the baleful grove ? ' Wrapt in thy cloudy veil th ' inceftuous queen Sigh'd the fad call her fon and husband heard , When once alone it broke the filent scene , And he the wretch of Thebes no more appear'd . ' O ...
... thou and furies fhared the baleful grove ? ' Wrapt in thy cloudy veil th ' inceftuous queen Sigh'd the fad call her fon and husband heard , When once alone it broke the filent scene , And he the wretch of Thebes no more appear'd . ' O ...
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... thou goddess heav'nly bright , Profufe of blifs , and pregnant with de- light ! Eternal pleatures in thy prefence reign , And fmiling Plenty leads thy wanton train ; Eas'd of her load , Subjection grows more light , And Poverty looks ...
... thou goddess heav'nly bright , Profufe of blifs , and pregnant with de- light ! Eternal pleatures in thy prefence reign , And fmiling Plenty leads thy wanton train ; Eas'd of her load , Subjection grows more light , And Poverty looks ...
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... thou- fand loads a year ; and it may be ex- pected , if fuch a plan of manage- ment is adopted as fhall make the fin- creafe and preservation of the timber its fole object , the foreft may be brought to produce at least as much as it ...
... thou- fand loads a year ; and it may be ex- pected , if fuch a plan of manage- ment is adopted as fhall make the fin- creafe and preservation of the timber its fole object , the foreft may be brought to produce at least as much as it ...
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... thou vouchsafe to yield tly ready ear To him , who at thy altar lowly bends ; Or can't thou deign to hear a foberer prayer Than what in common to thy prefence tends ? I ask no air - built castles ' tower'd height , Nor fplendid donies ...
... thou vouchsafe to yield tly ready ear To him , who at thy altar lowly bends ; Or can't thou deign to hear a foberer prayer Than what in common to thy prefence tends ? I ask no air - built castles ' tower'd height , Nor fplendid donies ...
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... Thou brilliant weed , That doft fo far exceed , The richest gifts gay Flora can bestow ; Heedlefs I pafs'd thee , in life's morning hour , ( Thou comforter of woe ) Till forrow taught me to confefs thy power . In early days , when Fancy ...
... Thou brilliant weed , That doft fo far exceed , The richest gifts gay Flora can bestow ; Heedlefs I pafs'd thee , in life's morning hour , ( Thou comforter of woe ) Till forrow taught me to confefs thy power . In early days , when Fancy ...
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