Literary Hours; Or, Sketches Critical, Narrative, and Poetical, Том 3T. Cadell and W. Davies, 1804 |
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... tears , and wonders that he weeps . But not the brighest joy , which Arts , In floods of mental light , bestow ; Nor what firm Friendship's zeal imparts , .Blest antidote of bitterest woe ! Nor those that Love's sweet hours dispense ...
... tears , and wonders that he weeps . But not the brighest joy , which Arts , In floods of mental light , bestow ; Nor what firm Friendship's zeal imparts , .Blest antidote of bitterest woe ! Nor those that Love's sweet hours dispense ...
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... tear ; Nor , oh , to draw those lips aside , I pray thee do not , do not try → Still must I press them - do not ... tear , one hapless tear for me , For one who lov'd the passing hour But when it I NO . XLI . II HOURS .
... tear ; Nor , oh , to draw those lips aside , I pray thee do not , do not try → Still must I press them - do not ... tear , one hapless tear for me , For one who lov'd the passing hour But when it I NO . XLI . II HOURS .
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... tear shall start , Then wilt thou mourn this wounded heart , That lov'd , ah , dearly loy'd ! nor could its griefs impart . 4 . Soft as the dews of autumn weep , When thirsty all the vales are still , Pure as the unsunn'd snows that ...
... tear shall start , Then wilt thou mourn this wounded heart , That lov'd , ah , dearly loy'd ! nor could its griefs impart . 4 . Soft as the dews of autumn weep , When thirsty all the vales are still , Pure as the unsunn'd snows that ...
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... tear shall bathe the eye , For him , may no sweet accent breathe , Pale in his arms enjoyment die , And Love , contemning , drop his wreath ; I would not wan Indiff'rence choose , I would not those sensations lose That thrill the breast ...
... tear shall bathe the eye , For him , may no sweet accent breathe , Pale in his arms enjoyment die , And Love , contemning , drop his wreath ; I would not wan Indiff'rence choose , I would not those sensations lose That thrill the breast ...
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... tear , that checks our wond'ring smile , In sudden pause , or unexpected story , Owns thy true mast'ry ; and Le Fevre's woes , Maria's wand'rings , and the Pris'ner's throes , Fix thee conspicuous on the shrine of glory . FERRIAR . ODE ...
... tear , that checks our wond'ring smile , In sudden pause , or unexpected story , Owns thy true mast'ry ; and Le Fevre's woes , Maria's wand'rings , and the Pris'ner's throes , Fix thee conspicuous on the shrine of glory . FERRIAR . ODE ...
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Страница 444 - To hear the solemn curfew ; by whose aid (Weak masters though ye be) I have be-dimm'd The noontide sun , call'd forth the mutinous winds , And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire , and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt...
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Страница 77 - We have short time to stay as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you, or anything. We die As your hours do, and dry Away, Like to the summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
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Страница 75 - To BLOSSOMS FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gently smile, And go at last.
Страница 222 - And, wondering, on their faces fell To worship that celestial sound. Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly, and so well.
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