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... o'er the field . There with the same impiety she kill'd Her own two sons , and through the air apace , By dragons drawn , she fled from Jason's face . There strong Alcathoe , king Nisus ' town , By Scylla's impious treason was o ...
... o'er the field . There with the same impiety she kill'd Her own two sons , and through the air apace , By dragons drawn , she fled from Jason's face . There strong Alcathoe , king Nisus ' town , By Scylla's impious treason was o ...
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... , to denote the tremulous and fluctuating motion of the waves : Till , rising o'er the flickering wave , the Cape Of Finisterre , & c . B. iv . Unto this bower Dan Cuckoo and his mate Approaching nigh DESCRIPTIVE PIECES . 79.
... , to denote the tremulous and fluctuating motion of the waves : Till , rising o'er the flickering wave , the Cape Of Finisterre , & c . B. iv . Unto this bower Dan Cuckoo and his mate Approaching nigh DESCRIPTIVE PIECES . 79.
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... o'er with many a history , So sweetly wrought , that art in them did seem To mock at nature as of no esteem ; Eftsoons they heard a pleasing harmony * , Of music's most melodious minstrelsy , Where sweet - voic'd birds , soft winds ...
... o'er with many a history , So sweetly wrought , that art in them did seem To mock at nature as of no esteem ; Eftsoons they heard a pleasing harmony * , Of music's most melodious minstrelsy , Where sweet - voic'd birds , soft winds ...
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... o'er the plains and taught to get their food By seeing how their breeder takes his prey , Now from an orchard do they scare the Jay , Then o'er the corn - fields as they swiftly fly , Where many thousand hurtful sparrows lie Beating the ...
... o'er the plains and taught to get their food By seeing how their breeder takes his prey , Now from an orchard do they scare the Jay , Then o'er the corn - fields as they swiftly fly , Where many thousand hurtful sparrows lie Beating the ...
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... o'er with green : Ill hap , alas ! have you that once were known By reaping what was by Iberia sown , By bringing yellow sheaves from out their plain , Making our barns the storehouse for their grain : When now as if we wanted land to ...
... o'er with green : Ill hap , alas ! have you that once were known By reaping what was by Iberia sown , By bringing yellow sheaves from out their plain , Making our barns the storehouse for their grain : When now as if we wanted land to ...
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Select Beauties of Ancient English Poetry, Vol. 1 of 2– With Remarks ... Henry Headley Peržiūra negalima - 2017 |
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