Specimens of the early English poets [ed. by G. Ellis.]. To which is prefixed an historical sketch of the rise and progress of the English poetry and language. By G. Ellis, Volume 31801 |
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... sighs , my sheets oft bath'd with tears , These can record the life that I have led Since first sad news breath'd death into mine ears ! I live but with despair my sprite to dash ; Thee first I lov'd , with thee all love I leave ; For ...
... sighs , my sheets oft bath'd with tears , These can record the life that I have led Since first sad news breath'd death into mine ears ! I live but with despair my sprite to dash ; Thee first I lov'd , with thee all love I leave ; For ...
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... Sighs tell how I were pin'd , Or looks my woes relate : Then any pregnant wit , That well remarked it , Would soon discern my state . Oft those that do deserve disdain , For forging fancies get the best reward ; When I , who feel what ...
... Sighs tell how I were pin'd , Or looks my woes relate : Then any pregnant wit , That well remarked it , Would soon discern my state . Oft those that do deserve disdain , For forging fancies get the best reward ; When I , who feel what ...
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... sigh that , piercing , mortifies ; A look that's fasten'd to the ground , A tongue chain'd up without a sound . Fountain - heads and pathless groves , Places which pale passion loves ; Moonlight walks , when all the fowls Are warmly ...
... sigh that , piercing , mortifies ; A look that's fasten'd to the ground , A tongue chain'd up without a sound . Fountain - heads and pathless groves , Places which pale passion loves ; Moonlight walks , when all the fowls Are warmly ...
Page 49
... sigh , nor groan , Sorrow calls no time that's gone . Violets pluck'd , the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again . Trim thy locks , look cheerfully , Fate's hidden ends eyes cannot see . VOL . III . E Joys , as winged dreams ...
... sigh , nor groan , Sorrow calls no time that's gone . Violets pluck'd , the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again . Trim thy locks , look cheerfully , Fate's hidden ends eyes cannot see . VOL . III . E Joys , as winged dreams ...
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... sighs all day , Reckoning the torments of my hell , And flinging my sweet joys away . I am call'd home again to quiet peace , My mistress smiles , and all my sorrows cease . Yet what is living in her eye , Or being blest with her sweet ...
... sighs all day , Reckoning the torments of my hell , And flinging my sweet joys away . I am call'd home again to quiet peace , My mistress smiles , and all my sorrows cease . Yet what is living in her eye , Or being blest with her sweet ...
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