Lady's Poetical Magazine, Or Beauties of British Poetry, Volume 2Harrison and Company, 1781 |
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... she stops the torrent of her eyes , Her beating breaft continues it's fupplies ! The tender infant , delug'd o'er with woe , Bids with her tears his ftreams of forrow flow : As if to heal her poignant grief he strove , And felt ...
... she stops the torrent of her eyes , Her beating breaft continues it's fupplies ! The tender infant , delug'd o'er with woe , Bids with her tears his ftreams of forrow flow : As if to heal her poignant grief he strove , And felt ...
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... She groans - she raves - fhe heaves her lab'ring breaft- Gnashes her teeth - and madly grafps her veft ! - Then , in a moment , quite compos'd appears , And drowns each feature in a flood of tears . While o'er th ' afflicted fair Earl ...
... She groans - she raves - fhe heaves her lab'ring breaft- Gnashes her teeth - and madly grafps her veft ! - Then , in a moment , quite compos'd appears , And drowns each feature in a flood of tears . While o'er th ' afflicted fair Earl ...
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... she lies ; Her harvefts for uncertain owners rife ; Each vineyard doubtful of it's mafter grows , And to the victor's bowl each vintage flows . The The discontented fhades of flaughter'd hofts , That wander'd on 18 BEAUTIES OF POETRY .
... she lies ; Her harvefts for uncertain owners rife ; Each vineyard doubtful of it's mafter grows , And to the victor's bowl each vintage flows . The The discontented fhades of flaughter'd hofts , That wander'd on 18 BEAUTIES OF POETRY .
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... She call'd on Echo ftill thro ' all the fong ; And where her sweetest theme she chose , A föft refponfive voice was heard at every close , And Hope , enchanted , smil'd , and wav'd her golden hair . And longer had she sung - but , with ...
... She call'd on Echo ftill thro ' all the fong ; And where her sweetest theme she chose , A föft refponfive voice was heard at every close , And Hope , enchanted , smil'd , and wav'd her golden hair . And longer had she sung - but , with ...
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... She call'd on Echo ftill thro ' all the fong ; And where her fweeteft theme she chofe , A föft refponfive voice was heard at every close , And Hope , enchanted , smil'd , and wav'd her golden hair . And longer had the fung - but , with ...
... She call'd on Echo ftill thro ' all the fong ; And where her fweeteft theme she chofe , A föft refponfive voice was heard at every close , And Hope , enchanted , smil'd , and wav'd her golden hair . And longer had the fung - but , with ...
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Abra beneath bleffings blefs'd blifs bofom breaſt breath charms chearful crown'd defire delight deſpair diftant e'en eaſe erft ev'ry eyes facred faid fair fame fate fcenes fcorn fear fecret feen fhade fhall fhine fhore fhould fide fighs filent fing firft firſt fkies flain flame flow'rs fmiles foft folemn fome fong fons foon forrow foul fpring ftate ftill ftrain ftream fuch fweet Gaul grace grief grove guife heart Heav'n himſelf honour laft laſt loft lov'd lyre maid mind mourn Mufe muft muſt numbers Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er paffion pain plain pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe pride purſue rage raiſe reafon reft rife roſe ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſkies ſky ſmile ſpeak ſpread ſtate ſtill ſweet tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro toil tow'ring virtue whofe Whoſe wretch youth
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Página 219 - Without a vain, without a grudging heart, To him who gives us all, I yield a part ; From him you come, for him accept it here, A frank and sober, more than costly cheer.
Página 272 - On what foundation stands the warrior's pride, How just his hopes let Swedish Charles decide ; A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, No dangers fright him, and no labours tire ; O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain, Unconquer'd lord of pleasure and of pain ; No joys to him pacific...
Página 15 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, That more than heaven pursue.
Página 415 - There entertain him all the saints above In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing, in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Página 448 - Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms; And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, Clings close and closer to the mother's breast, So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.
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