The Works of the English Poets: GayH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... laft ; a calm retreat I chose , ΙΘ 15 20 And footh'd my harrass'd mind with fweet repose , Where fields , and shades , and the refreshing clime , 25 Inspire the fylvan fong , and prompt my rhyme . My Muse shall rove through flowery ...
... laft ; a calm retreat I chose , ΙΘ 15 20 And footh'd my harrass'd mind with fweet repose , Where fields , and shades , and the refreshing clime , 25 Inspire the fylvan fong , and prompt my rhyme . My Muse shall rove through flowery ...
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... ! death advances in each guft of wind ! New ftratagems and doubling wiles she tries , Now circling turns , and now at large the flies ; 355 380 train . 385 Till , Till , spent at laft , she pants , and 14 GAY'S POEMS .
... ! death advances in each guft of wind ! New ftratagems and doubling wiles she tries , Now circling turns , and now at large the flies ; 355 380 train . 385 Till , Till , spent at laft , she pants , and 14 GAY'S POEMS .
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Samuel Johnson. Till , spent at laft , she pants , and heaves for breath , Then lays her down , and waits devouring death . But ftay , adventurous Muse ! haft thou the force To wind the twisted horn , to guide the horse ? To keep thy ...
Samuel Johnson. Till , spent at laft , she pants , and heaves for breath , Then lays her down , and waits devouring death . But ftay , adventurous Muse ! haft thou the force To wind the twisted horn , to guide the horse ? To keep thy ...
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... laft diftrefs , Pale cheeks and blood - fhot eyes her grief exprefs : Deep in her breast the reeking sword is drown'd ; And gufhing blood streams purple from the wound Her fifter Anna hovering o'er her stands , Accufes Heaven with ...
... laft diftrefs , Pale cheeks and blood - fhot eyes her grief exprefs : Deep in her breast the reeking sword is drown'd ; And gufhing blood streams purple from the wound Her fifter Anna hovering o'er her stands , Accufes Heaven with ...
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... amours adorn the new machine , And female nature on the piece be feen ; So fhall the fair , as long as Fans fhall laft , Learn from your bright examples to be chaste . 190 THE THE FA N. BOOK HI . THUS Momus fpoke . 34 GAY'S POEMS .
... amours adorn the new machine , And female nature on the piece be feen ; So fhall the fair , as long as Fans fhall laft , Learn from your bright examples to be chaste . 190 THE THE FA N. BOOK HI . THUS Momus fpoke . 34 GAY'S POEMS .
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