The temple of Apollo, being a selection of the best poems, from the most esteem'd authors, by W. Hodgson |
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Still , where rosy pleasure leads , See a kindred grief pursue ; Behind the steps
that misery treads Approaching comfort view : The hues of bliss more brightly
glow , Chastis ' d by fabler tints of woe ; And blended firm , with artful ftrife , For ...
Still , where rosy pleasure leads , See a kindred grief pursue ; Behind the steps
that misery treads Approaching comfort view : The hues of bliss more brightly
glow , Chastis ' d by fabler tints of woe ; And blended firm , with artful ftrife , For ...
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All these as means of toil the feeble fee , But these are helps to pleasure join ' d
with thee . Let sloth lie soft ' ning till high noon in down , Or lolling fan her in the
fultry town , Unnery ' d with rest ; and turn her own disease , Or foster others in ...
All these as means of toil the feeble fee , But these are helps to pleasure join ' d
with thee . Let sloth lie soft ' ning till high noon in down , Or lolling fan her in the
fultry town , Unnery ' d with rest ; and turn her own disease , Or foster others in ...
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OTHOU , by nature taught To breathe her genuine thought , " Kis In numbers
warmly pure , and sweetly strong : Who first on mountains wild , In fancy ,
loveliest child , Thy babe , and pleasure ' s , nurs ' d the pow ' rs of fong ? Thou ,
who with ...
OTHOU , by nature taught To breathe her genuine thought , " Kis In numbers
warmly pure , and sweetly strong : Who first on mountains wild , In fancy ,
loveliest child , Thy babe , and pleasure ' s , nurs ' d the pow ' rs of fong ? Thou ,
who with ...
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... he comes ! he comes ! Bacchus , ever fair and young , Drinking joys did first
ordain : Bacchus ' bleflings are a treasure , Drinking is the soĻDIER ' s pleasure ;
Rich the treasure , Sweet the pleasure ; Sweet is TEMPLE OF APOLLO . 139.
... he comes ! he comes ! Bacchus , ever fair and young , Drinking joys did first
ordain : Bacchus ' bleflings are a treasure , Drinking is the soĻDIER ' s pleasure ;
Rich the treasure , Sweet the pleasure ; Sweet is TEMPLE OF APOLLO . 139.
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Rich the treasure , Sweet the pleasure ; Sweet is pleasure after pain . WAVO
Sooth ' d with the found , the King grew vain ; Fought all his battles o ' er again ;
PRODU And thrice he routed all his foes ; and thrice he flew the flain . The master
...
Rich the treasure , Sweet the pleasure ; Sweet is pleasure after pain . WAVO
Sooth ' d with the found , the King grew vain ; Fought all his battles o ' er again ;
PRODU And thrice he routed all his foes ; and thrice he flew the flain . The master
...
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| Наслов | The temple of Apollo, being a selection of the best poems, from the most esteem'd authors, by W. Hodgson |
| Аутор | Apollo |
| Уредник | William Hodgson |
| Издање | 4 |
| Издао/ла | 1800 |
| Оригинал из | Универзитет Оксфорд |
| Дигитализовано | 26 сеп 2006 |
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