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... thee I fing ; Thee , as thou draw'ft amain the founding ftring , Th ' inmortal pow'rs revere with homage low , And ev'ry godhead trembles at thy bow . All but Latona : She with mighty Jove Eyes thee with all a tender parent's love ...
... thee I fing ; Thee , as thou draw'ft amain the founding ftring , Th ' inmortal pow'rs revere with homage low , And ev'ry godhead trembles at thy bow . All but Latona : She with mighty Jove Eyes thee with all a tender parent's love ...
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... Thee , glorious progeny , Latona bore + ? How first , from other ifles , befet with grief , In vain thy tortur'd mother fought relief . Each to her out - caft woe denied abode , Nor durft one ifle receive the future god . At * Delos and ...
... Thee , glorious progeny , Latona bore + ? How first , from other ifles , befet with grief , In vain thy tortur'd mother fought relief . Each to her out - caft woe denied abode , Nor durft one ifle receive the future god . At * Delos and ...
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... thee with gentle sway , And only Phoebus fhall thine ifle obey . What though no flocks , nor herds , nor juicy vine , Nor plants of thousand natures fhall be thine , Swift to the temple of the Bowyer - king * , Oblations rich fhall ev ...
... thee with gentle sway , And only Phoebus fhall thine ifle obey . What though no flocks , nor herds , nor juicy vine , Nor plants of thousand natures fhall be thine , Swift to the temple of the Bowyer - king * , Oblations rich fhall ev ...
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... Thee Lycia and Mæonia , thee , great Pow'r , The bleft Miletus ' habitants adore ; But thy lov'd haunt is fea - girt Delos ' fhore . Now Pytho's ftony foil Apollo treads , And all around ambrofial fragrance sheds , Then strikes with ...
... Thee Lycia and Mæonia , thee , great Pow'r , The bleft Miletus ' habitants adore ; But thy lov'd haunt is fea - girt Delos ' fhore . Now Pytho's ftony foil Apollo treads , And all around ambrofial fragrance sheds , Then strikes with ...
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... blufh to fee , Such are the bards who copy Thee ? This Milton for his plan will chuse : Wherein resembling Milton's Muse ? Milton , like thunder , rolls along In all the This [ 24 ] Affumes his style, affects a story, ...
... blufh to fee , Such are the bards who copy Thee ? This Milton for his plan will chuse : Wherein resembling Milton's Muse ? Milton , like thunder , rolls along In all the This [ 24 ] Affumes his style, affects a story, ...
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againſt Apollo Bard beſt bleft BONNELL THORNTON breaſt Cambridge cauſe Chriſt Church Coll Comm Cornelius Gallus Delos e'en e'er eaſe ENVY Eſq ev'ry eyes facred fame fhall fhew fhou'd fibi fide filent fing firſt fome fons fools foul ftill ftrong fuch fure genius Gent George grace hæc heart himſelf Honourable inglorius John juſt king Lady Latona Lord lyre madneſs maſter meaſure Mifs moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt ne'er numbers o'er Ovid fe Oxon paffions pleaſe pleaſure poet poet's pow'r praiſe preſent profe Propertius Quam raiſe riſe ſcene ſeen ſenſe ſhall ſhe ſhould ſkill ſmile ſpeak ſpirit ſpread ſpring ſtage ſtate ſtill ſtrain ſtrike taſte thee themſelves theſe thine Thomas Thomas Salter thoſe thou thouſand thro throne Trin truth uſe verfe verſe whofe Whoſe William WILLIAM HOGARTH wiſhes wou'd youth
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