The temple of Apollo, being a selection of the best poems, from the most esteem'd authors, by W. Hodgson1800 |
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... charms Shone with attraction to herfelf unknown ; Whofe beauty might have blefs'da monarch's arms , And virtue caft a luftre on the throne . That humble beauty warm'd an honeft heart , And cheer'd the labours of a faithful fpoufe ; That ...
... charms Shone with attraction to herfelf unknown ; Whofe beauty might have blefs'da monarch's arms , And virtue caft a luftre on the throne . That humble beauty warm'd an honeft heart , And cheer'd the labours of a faithful fpoufe ; That ...
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... charms beftows , Suns fhine , birds fing , flowers bloom and water flows , Fool , doft thou think he'd revel on the ftore , Abfolve the care of heaven , nor ask for more ? Though waters flow'd , flow'rs bloom'd , and Phobus fhone , He'd ...
... charms beftows , Suns fhine , birds fing , flowers bloom and water flows , Fool , doft thou think he'd revel on the ftore , Abfolve the care of heaven , nor ask for more ? Though waters flow'd , flow'rs bloom'd , and Phobus fhone , He'd ...
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... charms ! I kifs'd the ripe roses that glow'd on her cheek , And lock'd the dear maid in my arms . Now jocund together we tend a few sheep , And if , by yon prattle , the ftream , Reclin'd on her bofom , I fink into fleep , Her image ...
... charms ! I kifs'd the ripe roses that glow'd on her cheek , And lock'd the dear maid in my arms . Now jocund together we tend a few sheep , And if , by yon prattle , the ftream , Reclin'd on her bofom , I fink into fleep , Her image ...
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... charm the foul to LOVE . The flaunting fun , whofe western beams , This evening drink of ocean's streams , To - morrow fprings to light ; But when thy BEAUTY fets , my fair , No morrow hall its beam repair , ' Tis all eternal night ...
... charm the foul to LOVE . The flaunting fun , whofe western beams , This evening drink of ocean's streams , To - morrow fprings to light ; But when thy BEAUTY fets , my fair , No morrow hall its beam repair , ' Tis all eternal night ...
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... 'd , And deeply felt the impreffion of her charms : He feiz'd the advantage fate allow'd : And ftraight comprefs'd her in his vigorous arms . The curlew fcream'd , the tritons blew Their fhells to 48 TEMPLE OF APOLLO .
... 'd , And deeply felt the impreffion of her charms : He feiz'd the advantage fate allow'd : And ftraight comprefs'd her in his vigorous arms . The curlew fcream'd , the tritons blew Their fhells to 48 TEMPLE OF APOLLO .
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beauty beneath blefs bleft blifs bloom bofom bow'r breaft breath bright charms cheek cry'd dear defert delight dreft e'er earth ev'ning ev'ry facred fafe faid fair fancy fate fcene fecret feek feen fhade fhall fhine fhore fide figh filent fing firanger firft fkies fleep flow flow'rs fmiles foft folemn fome fong fons foon footh forrow foul fpirit fpread fpring ftill ftorm ftray ftream fuch fwain fweet glow goddefs grace grove happy heart heav'n hermit IANTHE juft laft loft lov'd lyre maid mind MIRTH moffy moft morn mufe muft MUSIDORA nature's night nymph o'er paffion pain PALEMON PEACE pleaſure pow'r praife pride reft rife rofe round ſhade ſhall ſhe ſkies ſky ſtate tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thou thouſand Twas vale vermil VIRTUE weft whofe wild wind youth
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