The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, 29 tomasEzekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1822 |
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... thou ? A solitary fly ! Thy joys no glitt'ring female meets , No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets , No painted plumage to display : On hasty wings thy youth is flown ; Thy sun is set , thy spring is gone- We frolic while ' tis May . ON ...
... thou ? A solitary fly ! Thy joys no glitt'ring female meets , No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets , No painted plumage to display : On hasty wings thy youth is flown ; Thy sun is set , thy spring is gone- We frolic while ' tis May . ON ...
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... breathe a second spring . * King Henry the Sixth , founder of the College . † And bees their honey redolent of spring . VOL . XXIX . Dryden's Fable on the Pythag . System . C Say , Father THAMES , for thou hast seen Full ODES . 25 25.
... breathe a second spring . * King Henry the Sixth , founder of the College . † And bees their honey redolent of spring . VOL . XXIX . Dryden's Fable on the Pythag . System . C Say , Father THAMES , for thou hast seen Full ODES . 25 25.
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... thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace ; Who foremost now delight to cleave , With pliant arm thy glassy wave ? The captive linnet which enthral ? What idle progeny succeed ...
... thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace ; Who foremost now delight to cleave , With pliant arm thy glassy wave ? The captive linnet which enthral ? What idle progeny succeed ...
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... flow ; And keen Remorse , with blood defil'd , And moody madness laughing wild " Amid severest woe . * And Madness laughing in his ireful mood . Dryden's Fable of Palemon and Arcite . Say , Father THAMES , for thou hast seen Full ODES . 27.
... flow ; And keen Remorse , with blood defil'd , And moody madness laughing wild " Amid severest woe . * And Madness laughing in his ireful mood . Dryden's Fable of Palemon and Arcite . Say , Father THAMES , for thou hast seen Full ODES . 27.
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... in Agamemnone . DAUGHTER of Jove , relentless power , Thou tamer of the human breast , Whose iron scourge and torturing hour The bad affright , afflict the best ! Bound in thy adamantine chain , The proud are taught 28 ODES .
... in Agamemnone . DAUGHTER of Jove , relentless power , Thou tamer of the human breast , Whose iron scourge and torturing hour The bad affright , afflict the best ! Bound in thy adamantine chain , The proud are taught 28 ODES .
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