Miscellany Poems: Containing Variety of New Translations of the Ancient Poets Together with Several Original Poems, Том 1Jacob Tonson, 1716 |
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... Wind ; Thơ ' he so kind , so charming and so true , I willingly would live , would die , with you . The III . ELEGY of the FIRST BOOK of PROPERTIUS . A English'd by Mr. Adams . S on the Beach sad Ariadne lay , } While the deaf Winds ...
... Wind ; Thơ ' he so kind , so charming and so true , I willingly would live , would die , with you . The III . ELEGY of the FIRST BOOK of PROPERTIUS . A English'd by Mr. Adams . S on the Beach sad Ariadne lay , } While the deaf Winds ...
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... Wind Shall ever move my Faith , or shake my stedfast Mind But if inevitable Fates decree , That I must suffer ... Winds and Waves refufe to hear my Moans Echo alone can fuffer my complaint , And the with repetition is grown faint ...
... Wind Shall ever move my Faith , or shake my stedfast Mind But if inevitable Fates decree , That I must suffer ... Winds and Waves refufe to hear my Moans Echo alone can fuffer my complaint , And the with repetition is grown faint ...
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... Winds , and save the Trojan Race ; So has your Highness , rais'd above the rest , Storms of Ambition tossing us repreft . Your drooping Country , torn with Civil Hate , Restor'd by you , is made a Glorious State ; The Seat of Empire ...
... Winds , and save the Trojan Race ; So has your Highness , rais'd above the rest , Storms of Ambition tossing us repreft . Your drooping Country , torn with Civil Hate , Restor'd by you , is made a Glorious State ; The Seat of Empire ...
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... Winds pluckt up Roots , and fixed Cedars move , Roaring for Vengeance to the Heav'ns above . From Guilt , like his ... Wind and Rain supply . In Battle Hercules wore the Lyon's Skin , But our fierce Tyrant wore the Beast within ...
... Winds pluckt up Roots , and fixed Cedars move , Roaring for Vengeance to the Heav'ns above . From Guilt , like his ... Wind and Rain supply . In Battle Hercules wore the Lyon's Skin , But our fierce Tyrant wore the Beast within ...
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... Winds , your Gusts forbear , And all ye Hills and Valleys round give ear : Keep back ye Rivers , and forbear to run , Till the great Tale of Pyrrha's Fame be done : Then let each wind bear it where - e'er it blows , Catch it , ye ...
... Winds , your Gusts forbear , And all ye Hills and Valleys round give ear : Keep back ye Rivers , and forbear to run , Till the great Tale of Pyrrha's Fame be done : Then let each wind bear it where - e'er it blows , Catch it , ye ...
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Amyntas Arms beſt bleſt call'd Cauſe Charms cloſe Corydon cou'd curſe Cyclops Damon Daphnis defire delight Delphis Deſign diſdain Diſeaſe doſt e'er eaſe ECLOGUE Euryalus Eyes facred faid fair falſe Fame Fate felf fing firſt Flame Foes fome freſh Friend fuch Gods haſte Heart Heav'n inſpire juſt King laſt leſs loſe lov'd Love Lucretius Lycidas MENALCAS mighty Mind MOPSUS moſt Muſe muſt ne'er never Night Numbers Nymph o'er Paffion paſs Paſſion paſt Peace pleaſe Pleaſure Poet Pow'r praiſe preſent publick Pyrrha rage raiſe reſt rife riſe roſe ſad ſay ſcorn ſecure ſee ſeem'd ſeems ſeen ſelf Senſe ſent ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhew ſhine ſhould ſhow ſoft ſome Soul ſpeak ſpread ſtand ſtay ſtill ſtreams ſuch ſure Swains ſweet Tears tell whence sprung thee Theocritus theſe thoſe thou Tranflated twas Verſe whence the dire Whilst whoſe Winds wou'd Youth
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