Literary Hours; Or, Sketches Critical, Narrative, and Poetical, Том 3T. Cadell and W. Davies, 1804 |
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... tender sentiment , and many delicate lines . The latter part of the first stanza of this ode is sweetly poetical , though Sweet is the breath of morn , ' & c . of Milton has been so repeatedly imitated , that it is become . trite , and ...
... tender sentiment , and many delicate lines . The latter part of the first stanza of this ode is sweetly poetical , though Sweet is the breath of morn , ' & c . of Milton has been so repeatedly imitated , that it is become . trite , and ...
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... tender tear ; Nor , oh , to draw those lips aside , I pray thee do not , do not try → Still must I press them - do not chide , If still to press those lips I sigh ; Yet not thine eye so lovely blue , Or lip embath'd in balmy dew , More ...
... tender tear ; Nor , oh , to draw those lips aside , I pray thee do not , do not try → Still must I press them - do not chide , If still to press those lips I sigh ; Yet not thine eye so lovely blue , Or lip embath'd in balmy dew , More ...
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... tender breast So pure each ruder thought must die , And calm the turbid spirit rest . Not softer steals the wanton breeze Amid the foliage of the trees , Amid the flow'rets bloom , When meek they lift the dewy head , And slow the ...
... tender breast So pure each ruder thought must die , And calm the turbid spirit rest . Not softer steals the wanton breeze Amid the foliage of the trees , Amid the flow'rets bloom , When meek they lift the dewy head , And slow the ...
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... dart , Still bid the glowing tumult roll , And give to bleed this wounded heart : This heart so wounded , that to deem It ere could spurn the tender theme , A theme so tender spurn , Were vain , were 14 NO . XLI . LITERARY.
... dart , Still bid the glowing tumult roll , And give to bleed this wounded heart : This heart so wounded , that to deem It ere could spurn the tender theme , A theme so tender spurn , Were vain , were 14 NO . XLI . LITERARY.
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Nathan Drake. A theme so tender spurn , Were vain , were hopeless as to prove , That apathy could melt to love , Or pity cease to ... tender sigh , and bid my spirit rest . In the annexed Ode to Pity , of which STERNE NO . XLI . 15 HOURS .
Nathan Drake. A theme so tender spurn , Were vain , were hopeless as to prove , That apathy could melt to love , Or pity cease to ... tender sigh , and bid my spirit rest . In the annexed Ode to Pity , of which STERNE NO . XLI . 15 HOURS .
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