Fables Antient and Modern: Translated Into Verse from Homer, Ovid, Boccace, and Chaucer: with Original PoemsJ. Tonson, 1713 - 550 страница |
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... , Illustrious Ormond , to behold What Pow'r the Charms of Beauty had of old ; Nor wonder if such Deeds of Arms were done , Inspir'd by two fair Eyes , that sparkled like your own . If Chaucer by the best Idea wrought , And Poets.
... , Illustrious Ormond , to behold What Pow'r the Charms of Beauty had of old ; Nor wonder if such Deeds of Arms were done , Inspir'd by two fair Eyes , that sparkled like your own . If Chaucer by the best Idea wrought , And Poets.
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... Pow'r , ' tis Ireland's Hour to mourn ; While England celebrates Tour safe Return , By which You seem the Seasons to command , And bring our Summers back to their forsaken Land . The Vanquishd Isle our Leisure must attend , Till the ...
... Pow'r , ' tis Ireland's Hour to mourn ; While England celebrates Tour safe Return , By which You seem the Seasons to command , And bring our Summers back to their forsaken Land . The Vanquishd Isle our Leisure must attend , Till the ...
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... better Mind } An Heir from You , who may redeem the failing Kind . Bless'd be the Pow'r which has at once reftor'd The Hopes of loft Succeffion to Your Lord , " Joy to the first and last of each Degree , DUTCHESS of ORMOND .
... better Mind } An Heir from You , who may redeem the failing Kind . Bless'd be the Pow'r which has at once reftor'd The Hopes of loft Succeffion to Your Lord , " Joy to the first and last of each Degree , DUTCHESS of ORMOND .
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... Pow'r whofe Name it bears , Relieve th ' Oppress'd , and wipe the Widows Tears . I , wretched I , have other Fortune feen , The Wife of Capaneus , and once a Queen : At Thebes he fell ; curit be the fatal Day ! And all the rest thou ...
... Pow'r whofe Name it bears , Relieve th ' Oppress'd , and wipe the Widows Tears . I , wretched I , have other Fortune feen , The Wife of Capaneus , and once a Queen : At Thebes he fell ; curit be the fatal Day ! And all the rest thou ...
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... Pow'r ! While yet he spoke , Arcite on Emily had fix'd his Look ; The fatal Dart a ready Paffage found , And deep within his Heart infix'd the Wound : So that if Palamon were wounded fore , Arcite was hurt as much as he , or more : Then ...
... Pow'r ! While yet he spoke , Arcite on Emily had fix'd his Look ; The fatal Dart a ready Paffage found , And deep within his Heart infix'd the Wound : So that if Palamon were wounded fore , Arcite was hurt as much as he , or more : Then ...
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againſt Ajax Arcite Arms Baucis and Philemon becauſe beſt betwixt Blood Breaſt caft call'd Cauſe Ceyx Chaucer CHIG Cinyras cloſe cou'd cry'd Cymon Dame Death defcended Defire Eaſe Ev'n ev'ry Eyes facred fafe faid fair fame Fate Fear Feaſt fecret feem'd felf fent fhall fhou'd Fight fince firft firſt flain Flames Flow'rs fome foon forc'd fought ftill fuch Goddeſs Grace Hand Heart Heav'n himſelf Honour Houſe join'd Jove King Knight laft laſt leaſt lefs liv'd loft look'd lov'd Love Maid Mind moſt muſt Myrrha o'er Ovid Palamon plac'd pleas'd pleaſe Pleaſure Pow'r Praiſe Pray'r prepar'd preſent Prieſt Prince Publick purfu'd purſue Queen rais'd Reaſon refolv'd reft reſt rifing ſaid ſcarce ſeen ſelf Senfe ſhall ſhe Sire Soul ſpoke ſpread ſtill ſtood Tears Thebes thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thought turn'd Twas whofe whoſe Wife Wiſhes wou'd
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