A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes, 4. köideRobert Dodsley J. Hughs, 1765 |
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Page 60
... tell me , as we tread the vale , " Here mighty Dudly once would rove , " To plan his triumphs in the grove : " There loofer Waller , ever gay , " With Saccharifs in dalliance lay ; " And Philip , fide - long yonder fpring , " His lavish ...
... tell me , as we tread the vale , " Here mighty Dudly once would rove , " To plan his triumphs in the grove : " There loofer Waller , ever gay , " With Saccharifs in dalliance lay ; " And Philip , fide - long yonder fpring , " His lavish ...
Page 73
... tell What fecret transports in her bosom swell : With confcious awe fhe hears the critic's fame , And blushing hides her wreath at Shakespear's name . Hard Hard was the lot those injur'd ftrains endur'd , Unown'd ( 73 ) .
... tell What fecret transports in her bosom swell : With confcious awe fhe hears the critic's fame , And blushing hides her wreath at Shakespear's name . Hard Hard was the lot those injur'd ftrains endur'd , Unown'd ( 73 ) .
Page 83
... tell thee all I write in vain ; My humble fighs shall only reach thy ears , And all my eloquence shall be my tears . And now ( for more I never must pretend ) Hear me not as thy lover , but thy friend ; Thousands will fain thy little ...
... tell thee all I write in vain ; My humble fighs shall only reach thy ears , And all my eloquence shall be my tears . And now ( for more I never must pretend ) Hear me not as thy lover , but thy friend ; Thousands will fain thy little ...
Page 90
... tell my pain . If not of rock thy flinty heart is made , Nor tygers nurs'd thee in the defart fhade , Let me at least thy cold compaffion prove , That flender fuftenance of greedy love : Though no return my warmer wishes find , Be to ...
... tell my pain . If not of rock thy flinty heart is made , Nor tygers nurs'd thee in the defart fhade , Let me at least thy cold compaffion prove , That flender fuftenance of greedy love : Though no return my warmer wishes find , Be to ...
Page 98
... tell what Flora was : No longer my resemblance they impart , They loft their likeness , when I loft thy heart . Oh ! that thofe hours could take their turn again , When Pompey , lab'ring with a jealous pain , His Flora thus bespoke ...
... tell what Flora was : No longer my resemblance they impart , They loft their likeness , when I loft thy heart . Oh ! that thofe hours could take their turn again , When Pompey , lab'ring with a jealous pain , His Flora thus bespoke ...
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