The Cat-fight: A Mock Heroic Poem. Supported with Copious Extracts from Ancient and Modern Classic Authors ...1824 - 276 страница |
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... or make we gods of our desire ? A generous ardour boils within my breast ; Eager of action -- enemy to rest ; This urges me to fight , and fires my mind To leave a memorable name behind ; Gama , [ 11 ] the great and brave , 38.
... or make we gods of our desire ? A generous ardour boils within my breast ; Eager of action -- enemy to rest ; This urges me to fight , and fires my mind To leave a memorable name behind ; Gama , [ 11 ] the great and brave , 38.
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... leaving me behind ? Am I unworthy , Nisus , to be join'd ? Think'st thou I can my share of glory yield , Or send thee unassisted to the field ? Not so my father taught my childhood arms- Born in a siege , and bred among alarms . Nor is ...
... leaving me behind ? Am I unworthy , Nisus , to be join'd ? Think'st thou I can my share of glory yield , Or send thee unassisted to the field ? Not so my father taught my childhood arms- Born in a siege , and bred among alarms . Nor is ...
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... leave , And in this only act of all my life deceive . By this right - hand , and conscious night , I swear , My soul so sad a farewell could not bear . Be you her comfort ; fill my vacant place- ( Permit me to presume so great a grace ...
... leave , And in this only act of all my life deceive . By this right - hand , and conscious night , I swear , My soul so sad a farewell could not bear . Be you her comfort ; fill my vacant place- ( Permit me to presume so great a grace ...
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... leave behind . Yet fond of gaudy spoils , the boy would stay To make the rich caparison his prey , Which on the steed of conquer'd Rhamnes lay . Nor did his eyes less longingly behold The girded belt , with nails of burnish'd gold ...
... leave behind . Yet fond of gaudy spoils , the boy would stay To make the rich caparison his prey , Which on the steed of conquer'd Rhamnes lay . Nor did his eyes less longingly behold The girded belt , with nails of burnish'd gold ...
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... leave me , cruel , thus alone ! Not one kind kiss from a departing son ! No look , no last adieu , before he went , In an ill - boding hour to slaughter sent ! Cold on the ground , and pressing foreign clay , To Latian dogs and fowls he ...
... leave me , cruel , thus alone ! Not one kind kiss from a departing son ! No look , no last adieu , before he went , In an ill - boding hour to slaughter sent ! Cold on the ground , and pressing foreign clay , To Latian dogs and fowls he ...
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