A Complete Edition of the Poets of Great Britain..: Wilkie. Dodsley. Shaw. Smart. Langhorne. Bruce. Chatterton. Graeme. Glover. Lovibond. Penrose. Mickle. Jago. Scott. Johnson. W. Whitehead. Jenyns. Logan. Warton. Cotton. BlacklockJohn & Arthur Arch, ... and for Bell & Bradfute & I. Mundell & Company, Edinburgh., 1795 |
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... head a purple garment roll'd , With leaves of filver mark'd , and flowing gold . Rais'd for the ftroke , the glittering faulchion hung , And swift descending , bore the head along . A tide of gore , diffus d in purple fireams , Dafhes ...
... head a purple garment roll'd , With leaves of filver mark'd , and flowing gold . Rais'd for the ftroke , the glittering faulchion hung , And swift descending , bore the head along . A tide of gore , diffus d in purple fireams , Dafhes ...
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... head ; Since Thebes grows stronger and the Argive pow'rs Decrease , as famine or the fword devours , Co - morrow I withdraw my martial train ; Nor stay to perish , like my fire , in vain . Thus as the hero fpoke , the kings divide , And ...
... head ; Since Thebes grows stronger and the Argive pow'rs Decrease , as famine or the fword devours , Co - morrow I withdraw my martial train ; Nor stay to perish , like my fire , in vain . Thus as the hero fpoke , the kings divide , And ...
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... head it fell ; The brazen helmet rang with stunning knell . As when a rock by forceful engines thrown , Where hoftile arms inveft a frontier town , Threat'ning destruction , rolls along the skies ; And war itself stands wond'ring as it ...
... head it fell ; The brazen helmet rang with stunning knell . As when a rock by forceful engines thrown , Where hoftile arms inveft a frontier town , Threat'ning destruction , rolls along the skies ; And war itself stands wond'ring as it ...
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... head declin'd , And life in long convulfive throbs refign'd . Nor ftoop'd Tydides to defpoil the flain ; The warrior ... head the colour'd fkies . When from the ground his head the hero rais'd , In full divinity the goddess blaz'd ; Her ...
... head declin'd , And life in long convulfive throbs refign'd . Nor ftoop'd Tydides to defpoil the flain ; The warrior ... head the colour'd fkies . When from the ground his head the hero rais'd , In full divinity the goddess blaz'd ; Her ...
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... head a ray of lightning fhone From the fmooth helmet and the glitt'ring cone ; Like that by night which ftreams with fiery glare , When fome red meteor glides along the air , Sent by the angry gods , with tainted breath , To fow the ...
... head a ray of lightning fhone From the fmooth helmet and the glitt'ring cone ; Like that by night which ftreams with fiery glare , When fome red meteor glides along the air , Sent by the angry gods , with tainted breath , To fow the ...
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