Epistles, with his amoursTonson, 1725 |
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... dear Companions fhun . In vain the Lesbian Maids claim each a part , Where thou alone haft ta'en up all the Heart . Ah lovely Youth ! how canft thou cruel prove , When blooming Years and Beauty bid thee love ? If none but equal Charms ...
... dear Companions fhun . In vain the Lesbian Maids claim each a part , Where thou alone haft ta'en up all the Heart . Ah lovely Youth ! how canft thou cruel prove , When blooming Years and Beauty bid thee love ? If none but equal Charms ...
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... dear deluding Vision to retain , I lay me down , and try to fleep again . Soon as I rife I haunt the Caves and Groves , ( Those conscious Scenes of our once happy Loves ) There like fome frantick Bacchanal I walk , And to my felf with ...
... dear deluding Vision to retain , I lay me down , and try to fleep again . Soon as I rife I haunt the Caves and Groves , ( Those conscious Scenes of our once happy Loves ) There like fome frantick Bacchanal I walk , And to my felf with ...
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... Dames my Paffion move , Once the dear Objects of my guilty Love ; All other Loves are loft in only thine , Ah Youth ungrateful to a Flame like mine ! B 3 Whom Whom wou'd not all those blooming Charms furprize , Those [5] ...
... Dames my Paffion move , Once the dear Objects of my guilty Love ; All other Loves are loft in only thine , Ah Youth ungrateful to a Flame like mine ! B 3 Whom Whom wou'd not all those blooming Charms furprize , Those [5] ...
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... dear deluding Eyes ? The Harp and Bow wou'd you like Phœbus bear , A brighter Phoebus , Phaon might appear ; Wou'd you with Ivy wreath your flowing Hair , ' Not Bacchus ' felf with Phaon cou'd compare : Yet Phoebus lov'd , and Bacchus ...
... dear deluding Eyes ? The Harp and Bow wou'd you like Phœbus bear , A brighter Phoebus , Phaon might appear ; Wou'd you with Ivy wreath your flowing Hair , ' Not Bacchus ' felf with Phaon cou'd compare : Yet Phoebus lov'd , and Bacchus ...
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... Life ; Live , my dear Sifter , and my dearer Wife . Rais'd by that Name , with my last Pangs , I strove : Such Pow'r have Words , when spoke by those we love . The The Babe , as if he heard what thou hadft 16 ' OVID'S EPISTLES .
... Life ; Live , my dear Sifter , and my dearer Wife . Rais'd by that Name , with my last Pangs , I strove : Such Pow'r have Words , when spoke by those we love . The The Babe , as if he heard what thou hadft 16 ' OVID'S EPISTLES .
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