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... tomb thy home . Her form , when peace and hope were hers ,. * The fine touches of pathos and of horror , added by the late Vincent Bourne in his Latin Poem , THIRSIS AND CHLOE , built upon Mallet's English Ballad , WILLIAM AND MARGARET ...
... tomb thy home . Her form , when peace and hope were hers ,. * The fine touches of pathos and of horror , added by the late Vincent Bourne in his Latin Poem , THIRSIS AND CHLOE , built upon Mallet's English Ballad , WILLIAM AND MARGARET ...
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... tomb , the fatal tomb , is flown , Where , cold in death , his injur'd JULIA lay . A moment stands by the rais'd turf ! -then down , Headlong he falls on the dissolving Clay . Thrice calls he JULIA , in a piercing sound ; Thrice does ...
... tomb , the fatal tomb , is flown , Where , cold in death , his injur'd JULIA lay . A moment stands by the rais'd turf ! -then down , Headlong he falls on the dissolving Clay . Thrice calls he JULIA , in a piercing sound ; Thrice does ...
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... tomb ) Where Magic had its early birth , Which drew the sun and moon to earth , From hollow'd rock , and devious cell , Where Mystery was fond to dwell , And , in the dark and deep profound , To keep th ' eternal secret bound ...
... tomb ) Where Magic had its early birth , Which drew the sun and moon to earth , From hollow'd rock , and devious cell , Where Mystery was fond to dwell , And , in the dark and deep profound , To keep th ' eternal secret bound ...
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... tomb ; And , while he rais'd to heav'n his hand , That minister of high command The terrors of the croud repress'd , And smooth'd their troubl'd wave to rest- Then spoke and round the pillar'd stone Deep silence drank his silver tone ...
... tomb ; And , while he rais'd to heav'n his hand , That minister of high command The terrors of the croud repress'd , And smooth'd their troubl'd wave to rest- Then spoke and round the pillar'd stone Deep silence drank his silver tone ...
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... tomb ; While silence of the ev'ning hour Hangs o'er Glendalloch's ruin'd tow'r . EXTEMPORE On a Key , appended to the Bosom of a very beautiful young Lady . How blest is thy lot , thou insensible Key , How gladly I'd change situations ...
... tomb ; While silence of the ev'ning hour Hangs o'er Glendalloch's ruin'd tow'r . EXTEMPORE On a Key , appended to the Bosom of a very beautiful young Lady . How blest is thy lot , thou insensible Key , How gladly I'd change situations ...
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The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, 4 tomas Visos knygos peržiūra - 1806 |
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