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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... pleasure But let not here , in scorn , thy wanton beam Insult the dreadful graudeur of my theme ! While shoreward now the bounding vessel flies , Full in her van St. George's cliffs arise ; High o'er the rest a pointed crag is seen ...
... pleasure But let not here , in scorn , thy wanton beam Insult the dreadful graudeur of my theme ! While shoreward now the bounding vessel flies , Full in her van St. George's cliffs arise ; High o'er the rest a pointed crag is seen ...
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... Pleasure leads By living waters , and through flowery meads , When all is smiling , tranquil , and serene , And vernal beauty paints the flattering scene The deserts of creation , wide and wild ; Where 6 D 2 ADDRESS TO THE DEITY . 41 ...
... Pleasure leads By living waters , and through flowery meads , When all is smiling , tranquil , and serene , And vernal beauty paints the flattering scene The deserts of creation , wide and wild ; Where 6 D 2 ADDRESS TO THE DEITY . 41 ...
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... Pleasure's knell . Your startled comrades , ere the game be done , Quit their unfinish'd sports , and trembling run . Haste to your forms before the master call ! With thoughtful step he paces o'er the hall , Does with stern looks each ...
... Pleasure's knell . Your startled comrades , ere the game be done , Quit their unfinish'd sports , and trembling run . Haste to your forms before the master call ! With thoughtful step he paces o'er the hall , Does with stern looks each ...
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... Pleasure's silken banners spread , And willing souls are captive led . See where rebellious passions rage , And fierce desires and lusts engage ; The meanest foe of all the train Has thousands and ten thousands slain . Thou tread'st ...
... Pleasure's silken banners spread , And willing souls are captive led . See where rebellious passions rage , And fierce desires and lusts engage ; The meanest foe of all the train Has thousands and ten thousands slain . Thou tread'st ...
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... pleasure's rosy cup goes freely round . Here on the bank , which mantling vines o'ershade , Be gay too soon the ... pleasures Are thy richest , sweetest treasures . All animals to thee their tribute bring , And hail thee universal king ...
... pleasure's rosy cup goes freely round . Here on the bank , which mantling vines o'ershade , Be gay too soon the ... pleasures Are thy richest , sweetest treasures . All animals to thee their tribute bring , And hail thee universal king ...
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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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