The Works of the English Poets: Buckingham and LansdowneSamuel Johnson H. Hughs, 1779 |
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... fair Almeria's blood . When griev'd Orontes , whose unhappy flame Is known to all who e'er converse with Fame , His mind poffefs'd by Fury and Despair , Within the facred temple made this prayer : Great Deity ! who in thy hands dost ...
... fair Almeria's blood . When griev'd Orontes , whose unhappy flame Is known to all who e'er converse with Fame , His mind poffefs'd by Fury and Despair , Within the facred temple made this prayer : Great Deity ! who in thy hands dost ...
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... fair Almeria fhin'd above the reft : From her bright eyes to feel a hopeless flame , Was of our youth the most ambitious aim ; Her chains were marks of honour to the brave , She made a prince whene'er fhe made a flave . Love , under ...
... fair Almeria fhin'd above the reft : From her bright eyes to feel a hopeless flame , Was of our youth the most ambitious aim ; Her chains were marks of honour to the brave , She made a prince whene'er fhe made a flave . Love , under ...
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... fair hands fuftain'd me in my chains ; Ev'n tears of pity waited on my moan , And tender looks were caft on me alone . My hopes and dangers were lefs mine than hers , Thofe fill'd her foul with joys , and thefe with fears ; Our hearts ...
... fair hands fuftain'd me in my chains ; Ev'n tears of pity waited on my moan , And tender looks were caft on me alone . My hopes and dangers were lefs mine than hers , Thofe fill'd her foul with joys , and thefe with fears ; Our hearts ...
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... fair . But I in vain flatter my wounded mind ; Never was nymph fo lovely or so kind : No cold repulfes my defires supprest , I feldom figh'd , but on Almeria's breast : Of all the paffions which mankind destroy , I only felt excess of ...
... fair . But I in vain flatter my wounded mind ; Never was nymph fo lovely or so kind : No cold repulfes my defires supprest , I feldom figh'd , but on Almeria's breast : Of all the paffions which mankind destroy , I only felt excess of ...
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... fair afflicted foon perceives my tears , Explains my fighs , and thence concludes my With fad prefages of her hopeless case , She reads her fate in my dejected face ; Then feels my torment , and neglects her own , While I am fenfible of ...
... fair afflicted foon perceives my tears , Explains my fighs , and thence concludes my With fad prefages of her hopeless case , She reads her fate in my dejected face ; Then feels my torment , and neglects her own , While I am fenfible of ...
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Amadis ARCABON ARCALAUS arms beauty behold beſt bleffing bleft breaſt bright Brutus caufe cauſe charms CONSTANTIUS death deferve defire delight deſpair deſtroy difdain Effay ev'n eyes facred fafe faid fair fame fate fatires fcorn fear fecret feem fenfe fhall fhining fhould fighs fight fince fing firft firſt flame flave foft fome fong foul fpirits ftill ftrong fuch fure fweet goddeſs gods grace grief happy heart heaven HENRY PURCELL himſelf honour immortal inſpires itſelf Jove joys juft juſt kings laft languiſhing laſt lefs loft lov'd Love's lover Marcus Brutus mind moft moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt Myra nymph Oriana paffion pain paſt Peleus pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure poet praiſe prefent rage raiſe reafon reft ſcene ſhall ſhe ſhine ſtars ſtate ſtill ſuch thee thefe themſelves theſe Thetis thofe thoſe thou thoughts thouſand trembling Vex'd whofe whoſe wife worfe wretched
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