Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged in Six VolumesJ. Roach, 1792 |
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... ev'n thick - lip'd mufing melancholy , To gather up her face into a smile Before he was aware ? Ah ! fullen now , And dumb as the green turf that covers them ! Where are the mighty thunderbolts of war ? The Roman Cæfars and the Grecian ...
... ev'n thick - lip'd mufing melancholy , To gather up her face into a smile Before he was aware ? Ah ! fullen now , And dumb as the green turf that covers them ! Where are the mighty thunderbolts of war ? The Roman Cæfars and the Grecian ...
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... ev'n to a very sfcruple ; O cruel irony ! these come too late : And only mock whom they were meant to honour . Surely there's not a dungeon flave that's buried In the highway , unfhrouded and uncoffin'd , But lies as foft , and fleeps ...
... ev'n to a very sfcruple ; O cruel irony ! these come too late : And only mock whom they were meant to honour . Surely there's not a dungeon flave that's buried In the highway , unfhrouded and uncoffin'd , But lies as foft , and fleeps ...
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... ev'n to death ; nor there flops short . Strange perfecution ! when the Grave itself Is no protection from rude fufferance . Abfurd , to think to over - reach the Grave , And from the wreck of names to rescue ours ! The best concerted ...
... ev'n to death ; nor there flops short . Strange perfecution ! when the Grave itself Is no protection from rude fufferance . Abfurd , to think to over - reach the Grave , And from the wreck of names to rescue ours ! The best concerted ...
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... ev'n , Faft by the riv'let's brink a youngfter play ; How wishfully he looks to ftem the tide ! This moment refolute , next unrefolv❜d , At laft he dips his foot ; but as he dips , His fears redouble , and he runs away From th ...
... ev'n , Faft by the riv'let's brink a youngfter play ; How wishfully he looks to ftem the tide ! This moment refolute , next unrefolv❜d , At laft he dips his foot ; but as he dips , His fears redouble , and he runs away From th ...
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... Ev'n the lag flesh Refts too in hope of meeting once again Its better half , never to funder more . Nor * Well may it be faid , a ferious look at things temporal looks them into nothing . Nor fhall it hope in vain : the time draws [ 50 ]
... Ev'n the lag flesh Refts too in hope of meeting once again Its better half , never to funder more . Nor * Well may it be faid , a ferious look at things temporal looks them into nothing . Nor fhall it hope in vain : the time draws [ 50 ]
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Abelard arms beauteous befide Bertram bleffings blefs'd bleft blifs bofom breaft BRINKBURN Priory caft charms clofe dæmon death defire diff'rent duft Emma Emma's ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafe faid fair falfe fame fate fear fecret feek fhade fhall fhare fhine fhould fide fighs filence firft fkies flame fleep fmiling foft folemn fome fond fons foon forrow foul fpread frike ftands ftate fteps ftill ftream fuch fwain fweet grave guife heart Heaven Henry Hermit juft laft lefs loft lord lov'd maid manfion mankind mind mofs muft muſt ne'er night Northumberland Nut-brown Maid o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH paffion pain PERCY pleaſure pow'r praife pray'r pride raiſe Reafon reft rife rofe round tears thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thro toil tomb truth uſe virtue wand'ring Warkworth wealth weep Whilft whofe wretch young youth
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