A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley]. [2 other copies of vols. 5,6].1765 |
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... pow'r , and faster bind my If on the green we danc'd , a mirthful band , To me alone fhe gave her willing hand ; Her partial taste , if e'er I touch'd the lyre , Still in my fong found fomething to admire . By none but her my crook with ...
... pow'r , and faster bind my If on the green we danc'd , a mirthful band , To me alone fhe gave her willing hand ; Her partial taste , if e'er I touch'd the lyre , Still in my fong found fomething to admire . By none but her my crook with ...
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... pow'r fhould reach , and every fhade Refound the praises of thy fav'rite maid ; Thy pipe our rural concert would improve , And we should learn of thee to please and love . Damon no longer fought the filent shade , No more in ...
... pow'r fhould reach , and every fhade Refound the praises of thy fav'rite maid ; Thy pipe our rural concert would improve , And we should learn of thee to please and love . Damon no longer fought the filent shade , No more in ...
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... pow'r ; Then gloomy discontent and pining care Forfook my breast , and left soft wishes there : Soft wishes there they left , and gay defires , Delightful languors , and transporting fires . Where yonder limes combine to form a fhade ...
... pow'r ; Then gloomy discontent and pining care Forfook my breast , and left soft wishes there : Soft wishes there they left , and gay defires , Delightful languors , and transporting fires . Where yonder limes combine to form a fhade ...
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... pow'r to move , Phœbus himself fhall leave th ' Aonian grove ; The tuneful Nine , who never fue in vain , Shall come fweet fuppliants for their fav'rite swain . For him each blue - ey'd Naiad of the flood , For him each green - hair'd ...
... pow'r to move , Phœbus himself fhall leave th ' Aonian grove ; The tuneful Nine , who never fue in vain , Shall come fweet fuppliants for their fav'rite swain . For him each blue - ey'd Naiad of the flood , For him each green - hair'd ...
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... pow'r by fear Of all the paffions that employ the mind , In gentle Love the sweetest joys we find ; Yet e'en those joys dire Jealousy molefts , And blackens each fair image in our breasts . O may O may the warmth of thy too tender heart ...
... pow'r by fear Of all the paffions that employ the mind , In gentle Love the sweetest joys we find ; Yet e'en those joys dire Jealousy molefts , And blackens each fair image in our breasts . O may O may the warmth of thy too tender heart ...
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