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... hear ' Elegiac Stanzas , supposed to be written by Julia , on 193 194 194 " " 195 195 the Death of her Brother . 196 A Night - thought 197 Elegiac Stanzas . " When wearied wretches ' 197 The Kiss . " Grow to my lip " 197 Το " With all ...
... hear ' Elegiac Stanzas , supposed to be written by Julia , on 193 194 194 " " 195 195 the Death of her Brother . 196 A Night - thought 197 Elegiac Stanzas . " When wearied wretches ' 197 The Kiss . " Grow to my lip " 197 Το " With all ...
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... hear your glorious task V. " Grave me a cup with brilliant grace " VI . " As late I sought the spangled bowers " VII . " The women tell me every day " 39 422 423 423 424 VIII . " I care not for the idle state " IX . " I pray thee by the ...
... hear your glorious task V. " Grave me a cup with brilliant grace " VI . " As late I sought the spangled bowers " VII . " The women tell me every day " 39 422 423 423 424 VIII . " I care not for the idle state " IX . " I pray thee by the ...
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... hear him , breathe the air In which he dwelt , was thy soul's fondest prayer ; When round him hung such a perpetual spell , Whate'er he did , none ever did so well . Too happy days ! when , if he touched a flower Or gem of thine ...
... hear him , breathe the air In which he dwelt , was thy soul's fondest prayer ; When round him hung such a perpetual spell , Whate'er he did , none ever did so well . Too happy days ! when , if he touched a flower Or gem of thine ...
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... hear me , Priestess ! -though each nymph of these Hath some peculiar , practised power to please , Some glance or step which , at the mirror tried , First charms herself , then all the world beside ; There still wants one , to make the ...
... hear me , Priestess ! -though each nymph of these Hath some peculiar , practised power to please , Some glance or step which , at the mirror tried , First charms herself , then all the world beside ; There still wants one , to make the ...
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... hear the bird's song . That bower and its music I never forget , But oft when alone , in the bloom of the year , I think is the nightingale singing there yet ? Are the roses still bright by the calm Bendemeer ? No , the roses soon ...
... hear the bird's song . That bower and its music I never forget , But oft when alone , in the bloom of the year , I think is the nightingale singing there yet ? Are the roses still bright by the calm Bendemeer ? No , the roses soon ...
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