The muse in a moral humour: being a collection of tales, fables, pastorals, &c. by several handsFrancis Noble; John Noble, 1757 |
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... Say , Goddess , first , what made the Youth explore A foreign Clime , and quit his native Shore ? Say too , how on the barb'rous Ifle he came ; What mov'd the Kindness of the Negro Dame ? B What What cou'd provoke a faithlefs Youth to ...
... Say , Goddess , first , what made the Youth explore A foreign Clime , and quit his native Shore ? Say too , how on the barb'rous Ifle he came ; What mov'd the Kindness of the Negro Dame ? B What What cou'd provoke a faithlefs Youth to ...
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... Say , if the Mystery can be disclos'd ? To whom the Youth : Our active Fancy feems For ever roving , roving moft in Dreams : For then the Soul , difburden'd of her Load , Soars high , and grows prophetic , like a God ; Minds Things when ...
... Say , if the Mystery can be disclos'd ? To whom the Youth : Our active Fancy feems For ever roving , roving moft in Dreams : For then the Soul , difburden'd of her Load , Soars high , and grows prophetic , like a God ; Minds Things when ...
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... Say , what enfu'd , when , on the briny Deep , The watchful Dame beheld a floating Ship ? She call'd , and beckon'd to it from the Shore , Then to the Youth the grateful Tidings bore ; And faid , I fomething fee like winged Trees ...
... Say , what enfu'd , when , on the briny Deep , The watchful Dame beheld a floating Ship ? She call'd , and beckon'd to it from the Shore , Then to the Youth the grateful Tidings bore ; And faid , I fomething fee like winged Trees ...
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... say , Should adverse Fortune on thy Charmer prey , ' That ftill unchang'd , thy Paffion would re- main ? That still thou would'ft abide a faithful Swain ? If , in the curft South - Sea , her All were loft , Still would her Eyes their ...
... say , Should adverse Fortune on thy Charmer prey , ' That ftill unchang'd , thy Paffion would re- main ? That still thou would'ft abide a faithful Swain ? If , in the curft South - Sea , her All were loft , Still would her Eyes their ...
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... real Paffion you may prove , For if you can refent , you do not love . Whole live - long Days you have enjoy'd her Sight ; Say , were your Eyes e'er fated with Delight ? Did not you wish next Moment to return ? Did Did The TEST of Love .
... real Paffion you may prove , For if you can refent , you do not love . Whole live - long Days you have enjoy'd her Sight ; Say , were your Eyes e'er fated with Delight ? Did not you wish next Moment to return ? Did Did The TEST of Love .
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Agathocles Avaro Beauty beſt blefs'd bleft Blifs Bliſs bluſhing Breaſt Cauſe Charms Cingetorix Columbo cou'd crown'd cry'd Curfe Cydippe Dæmons Dame dead dear Deſpair dy'd e'er Ev'ning ev'ry Eyes facred fafely faid Fair Fame Fate Fear feem'd fhall fhun figh filent firft firſt fix'd Flame Foes foft fome foon Friend ftill fuch fure gen'rous Grief Grove Guife Heart Heav'n hence a real himſelf Joys juſt laſt leaſt lefs loft lov'd Love Lover Maid moſt mournful muſt ne'er Nymph o'er Oroonoko Pain pleaſe Pleaſure Pow'r Pray'r Prince real Paffion Reft reply'd rife ſaid Shade ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhould Sire Snaith Soul ſpread ſtand ſtay STEPHEN DUCK ſtill ſtood ſweet Tafte Tale Tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou Thought thouſand thro trembling twas Virgin Train Virtue Vows wand'ring Whofe Whoſe Wind Wiſh wou'd Wretch Youth Zara
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