The Works of the English Poets: Buckingham and LansdowneSamuel Johnson H. Hughs, 1779 |
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... rage , Heaps of the flain of every sex and age , The blade all reeking in the gore it shed , With fever'd heads and arms confus'dly spread ; The rapid flames of a perpetual fire , The groans of wretches ready to expire : This tragic ...
... rage , Heaps of the flain of every sex and age , The blade all reeking in the gore it shed , With fever'd heads and arms confus'dly spread ; The rapid flames of a perpetual fire , The groans of wretches ready to expire : This tragic ...
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... rage None can withstand , and nothing can assuage ; And all that light which those bright flashes gave , Serves only to conduct us to our grave . When I had just begun love's joys to taste , ( Those full rewards for fears and dangers ...
... rage None can withstand , and nothing can assuage ; And all that light which those bright flashes gave , Serves only to conduct us to our grave . When I had just begun love's joys to taste , ( Those full rewards for fears and dangers ...
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... rage her body feels , and tongue bewails : She , whofe difdain fo many lovers prove , Sighs now for torment , as they figh for love , Her And with loud cries , which rend the neighbouring air , Wounds my fad heart , and weakens my ...
... rage her body feels , and tongue bewails : She , whofe difdain fo many lovers prove , Sighs now for torment , as they figh for love , Her And with loud cries , which rend the neighbouring air , Wounds my fad heart , and weakens my ...
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... vent a grief That's not to be exprest . This rage within my veins No reafon can remove ; Of all the mind's most cruel pains , The fharpeft , fure , is love . D Yet Yet while I languifh fo , And on thee vainly SONG . 33.
... vent a grief That's not to be exprest . This rage within my veins No reafon can remove ; Of all the mind's most cruel pains , The fharpeft , fure , is love . D Yet Yet while I languifh fo , And on thee vainly SONG . 33.
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... rage , and turn'd it all to love : When ftrait a guft of fierce devotion blows , And in a moment all her joys o'erthrows : The poor Armida tears her golden hair , Matchlefs till now , for love or for despair . Who is not mov'd while the ...
... rage , and turn'd it all to love : When ftrait a guft of fierce devotion blows , And in a moment all her joys o'erthrows : The poor Armida tears her golden hair , Matchlefs till now , for love or for despair . Who is not mov'd while the ...
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