Select Works of the British Poets, in a Chronological Series from Falconer to Sir Walter Scott with Biographical and Critical NoticesT. Wardle, 1838 - 732 psl. |
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... thou , soft maiden ; in this hour of wo , Beheld him writhing from the deadly blow , What force of art , what language could express Thine agony ? thine exquisite distress ? But thou , alas ! art doom'd to weep in vain For him thine ...
... thou , soft maiden ; in this hour of wo , Beheld him writhing from the deadly blow , What force of art , what language could express Thine agony ? thine exquisite distress ? But thou , alas ! art doom'd to weep in vain For him thine ...
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... Thou art by to point the keen reproach ; Thou draw'st the curtains of his nightly couch , Bring'st back the reverend face with tears bedew'd , That o'er his follies yearn'd ; The warnings oft in vain renew'd , The looks of anguish and ...
... Thou art by to point the keen reproach ; Thou draw'st the curtains of his nightly couch , Bring'st back the reverend face with tears bedew'd , That o'er his follies yearn'd ; The warnings oft in vain renew'd , The looks of anguish and ...
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... thou fold thine arms and sigh , And wistful cast thine eyes around ? — Whither , pilgrim , art thou bound ? " " The road to Zion's gates I seek ; If thou canst inform me , speak . " Keep yon right - hand path with care , Though crags ...
... thou fold thine arms and sigh , And wistful cast thine eyes around ? — Whither , pilgrim , art thou bound ? " " The road to Zion's gates I seek ; If thou canst inform me , speak . " Keep yon right - hand path with care , Though crags ...
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... thou ; Thine eye is sunken , furrow'd is thy face , And downward look'st thou - so we run our race : And happier they , whose race is nearly run , Their troubles over , and their duties done . " " True , lady , true , we are not girl ...
... thou ; Thine eye is sunken , furrow'd is thy face , And downward look'st thou - so we run our race : And happier they , whose race is nearly run , Their troubles over , and their duties done . " " True , lady , true , we are not girl ...
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... Thou know'st that all the science thou canst boast Should. Till reason fail'd his bosom to defend From the sweet power of this enchanting friend . Rash boy ! what hope thy frantic mind invades ? What love confuses , and what pride ...
... Thou know'st that all the science thou canst boast Should. Till reason fail'd his bosom to defend From the sweet power of this enchanting friend . Rash boy ! what hope thy frantic mind invades ? What love confuses , and what pride ...
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Select Works of the British Poets– In a Chronological Series from Falconer ... John Aikin Visos knygos peržiūra - 1838 |
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Arion beauty behold beneath birks of Aberfeldy bless'd bosom bowsprit brails breast breath charms clouds coursers cried death deep delight dread e'en eyes fair faithless falchion fame fate father fear feel felt fix'd fond foresail frae Fulham gave gentle glowing grace Greece grief grieved hand hast hear heart heaven hope hour humble Indra knew lady light live look look'd Lord maid mainsail mast mind muse never night numbers nymph o'er once pain Palemon pass'd peace pity pleasure poor praise pride proud rapture Rodmond round sacred sail scene scorn scudding seem'd shade ship shore sigh silent smile soft song soon soothe sorrow soul spirit Stay-sails storm sweet tale tears tempest thee thine thou thought tide trembling truth Twas vex'd voice wandering wave whyles wife wind wretch wyfe wyllowe yard youth
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