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... winds with reeds and ofiers whifp'ring play- Ver . 7 . too good for pow'r . A paffage in Lucan , viii . 493. is very appofite to this fentiment : exeat aulâ , Qui vult effe pius . Virtus et fumma poteftas Non coëunt . He , who would ...
... winds with reeds and ofiers whifp'ring play- Ver . 7 . too good for pow'r . A paffage in Lucan , viii . 493. is very appofite to this fentiment : exeat aulâ , Qui vult effe pius . Virtus et fumma poteftas Non coëunt . He , who would ...
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... winds on breathing roses blow . Pope rarely mentions flowers without being guilty of fome mistake as to the feasons they blow in . Who ever faw rofes , crocuffes , and violets in bloom at the fame time ? In the Dunciad , he calls the ...
... winds on breathing roses blow . Pope rarely mentions flowers without being guilty of fome mistake as to the feasons they blow in . Who ever faw rofes , crocuffes , and violets in bloom at the fame time ? In the Dunciad , he calls the ...
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... Winds murmur'd through the leaves your long de- lay , And fountains o'er the pebbles chid your stay . But , with your prefence cheer'd , they ceafe to mourn , And walks wear fresher green at your return . Ver . 75. If Sylvia fmiles ...
... Winds murmur'd through the leaves your long de- lay , And fountains o'er the pebbles chid your stay . But , with your prefence cheer'd , they ceafe to mourn , And walks wear fresher green at your return . Ver . 75. If Sylvia fmiles ...
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... wind . S , Ver . 6. The flocks around a dumb compaffion show . Milton's Comus : That dumb things fhall be mov'd to fympathife . S. Ver . 15 . nor to the deaf I fing ; The woods hall anfwer , and their echo ring . Much like Ogilby's ...
... wind . S , Ver . 6. The flocks around a dumb compaffion show . Milton's Comus : That dumb things fhall be mov'd to fympathife . S. Ver . 15 . nor to the deaf I fing ; The woods hall anfwer , and their echo ring . Much like Ogilby's ...
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... winds fhall waft it to the pow'rs above . Tate's King Lear : winds catch the found , And waft it on your rofy wings to heaven . S. Ver . 83. The moving mountains hear the powerful call , And headlong streams hang lift'ning in their fall ...
... winds fhall waft it to the pow'rs above . Tate's King Lear : winds catch the found , And waft it on your rofy wings to heaven . S. Ver . 83. The moving mountains hear the powerful call , And headlong streams hang lift'ning in their fall ...
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Æneid æther againſt alfo allufion alſo Aureng-Zebe beauty becauſe beſt Biſhop Canto Comus couplet Cowley death defcription Dryden Dryden's verfion Dunciad Eclogue edition Effay elegant Elegy Epiftle ev'ry expreffion eyes facred faid fame fatire fays fecond feems fentiment fhade fhall fhine fhould filver fimilar fing firft firſt fkies folar fome foul fpirit ftill ftrain fublime fuch heav'n himſelf Hippolytus Horace Hudibras Iliad illuftration imitation itſelf juft juſt laft laſt lefs Loft Lucretius Mifcellanies Milton moft moſt Mufe muſt numbers o'er obferves occafion Ogilby Ovid paffage phraſe pleafing pleaſe poem poet poet's poetical poetry Pope praiſe prefent prefume purpoſe quæ reader reaſon refpect reſembles rife riſe Satire ſee ſeems ſhall ſkies ſmall ſome ſpread Steevens ſtill ſtream ſubject thee thefe themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro tranflation verfe verſe Virg Virgil Warburton whofe whoſe winds wings
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