Epistles, with his amoursTonson, 1725 |
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... 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 fad Distraction talk . Then big with Grief I throw me on the Ground , } And view the ...
... 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 fad Distraction talk . Then big with Grief I throw me on the Ground , } And view the ...
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... rife , no Tear had Pow'r to flow ; Fix'd in a stupid Lethargy of Woe . But when its way th ' impetuous Paffion found , I rend my Treffes , and my Breasts I wound , I rave , then weep , I curfe , and then complain , Now fwell to Rage ...
... rife , no Tear had Pow'r to flow ; Fix'd in a stupid Lethargy of Woe . But when its way th ' impetuous Paffion found , I rend my Treffes , and my Breasts I wound , I rave , then weep , I curfe , and then complain , Now fwell to Rage ...
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... rife , and like fome Fury rove Thro ' lonely Plains , and thro ' the filent Grove , As if the filent Grove , and lonely Plains , That knew my Pleafures , cou'd relieve my Pains I view the Grotto , once the Scene of Love , The Rocks ...
... rife , and like fome Fury rove Thro ' lonely Plains , and thro ' the filent Grove , As if the filent Grove , and lonely Plains , That knew my Pleafures , cou'd relieve my Pains I view the Grotto , once the Scene of Love , The Rocks ...
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... Leucadia throw " Thy wretched Weight , nor dread the Deeps below ! She spoke , and vanish'd with the Voice -1 rife , And filent Tears fall trickling from my Eyes . I ins I go , ye Nymphs ! thofe Rocks and SAPHO to PHAON . II.
... Leucadia throw " Thy wretched Weight , nor dread the Deeps below ! She spoke , and vanish'd with the Voice -1 rife , And filent Tears fall trickling from my Eyes . I ins I go , ye Nymphs ! thofe Rocks and SAPHO to PHAON . II.
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... Rife of Day , The wicked Sifters were in Triumph led , And I among ' em , to the Nuptial ' Bed.` The Marriage Lights , as Fun'ral Lamps appear , And threatning Omens meet us ev'ry where . Hymen they call : Hymen neglects their Cries ...
... Rife of Day , The wicked Sifters were in Triumph led , And I among ' em , to the Nuptial ' Bed.` The Marriage Lights , as Fun'ral Lamps appear , And threatning Omens meet us ev'ry where . Hymen they call : Hymen neglects their Cries ...
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