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... pains To form a figh , or to contrive a tear ! Forego your Pindus , and on plains Survey Camilla's charms , and grow fincere . 25 But thou , my friend ! while in thy youthful foul Love's gentle tyrant feats his aweful throne , 30 While ...
... pains To form a figh , or to contrive a tear ! Forego your Pindus , and on plains Survey Camilla's charms , and grow fincere . 25 But thou , my friend ! while in thy youthful foul Love's gentle tyrant feats his aweful throne , 30 While ...
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... pain Secure , th ' hiftorian and the bard . By them the hero's generous rage Still warm in youth immortal lives ; And in their adamantine page Thy glory ftill furvives . Thro ' deep favannahs wild and vaft , Unheard , unknown thro ...
... pain Secure , th ' hiftorian and the bard . By them the hero's generous rage Still warm in youth immortal lives ; And in their adamantine page Thy glory ftill furvives . Thro ' deep favannahs wild and vaft , Unheard , unknown thro ...
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... pain they knew ; The hell - born train of mortal fin , The heav'nly guards withdrew . Look down , much honour'd fhade , below ! Still let thy pity aid our woe ; Stretch out thy healing hand ; Resume those feelings , which on earth 60 ...
... pain they knew ; The hell - born train of mortal fin , The heav'nly guards withdrew . Look down , much honour'd fhade , below ! Still let thy pity aid our woe ; Stretch out thy healing hand ; Resume those feelings , which on earth 60 ...
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... pains , or those which fancy raise , For ever blot the funshine of my days ; To fickness still , and still to grief a prey , Health turns from me her rofy face away . 20 Juft heav'n ! what fin , ere life begins to bloom , Devotes my ...
... pains , or those which fancy raise , For ever blot the funshine of my days ; To fickness still , and still to grief a prey , Health turns from me her rofy face away . 20 Juft heav'n ! what fin , ere life begins to bloom , Devotes my ...
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... Pain is our lot , and patience is our praise ; Wealth , lineage , honours , conqueft , or a throne , Are what the wife would fear to call their own . Health is at best a vain precarious thing , And fair - fac'd youth is ever on the wing ...
... Pain is our lot , and patience is our praise ; Wealth , lineage , honours , conqueft , or a throne , Are what the wife would fear to call their own . Health is at best a vain precarious thing , And fair - fac'd youth is ever on the wing ...
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