The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volume 16Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 - English poetry |
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... last time the lifts her hand , Averts her eyes , and half unwilling drops the brand . The brand , amid the flaming fuel thrown , Or drew , or feem'd to draw , a dying groan ; The fires themselves but faintly lick'd their prey , Then ...
... last time the lifts her hand , Averts her eyes , and half unwilling drops the brand . The brand , amid the flaming fuel thrown , Or drew , or feem'd to draw , a dying groan ; The fires themselves but faintly lick'd their prey , Then ...
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... last burning breath shoots out the foul in air . Now lofty Calydon in ruins lies ; All ages , all degrees , unfluice their eyes ; And heaven and earth refound with murmurs , groans , and cries . Matrons and maidens beat their breafts ...
... last burning breath shoots out the foul in air . Now lofty Calydon in ruins lies ; All ages , all degrees , unfluice their eyes ; And heaven and earth refound with murmurs , groans , and cries . Matrons and maidens beat their breafts ...
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... last ' twas rage alone ; Which burning upwards in fucceffion dries The tears that food confidering in her eyes . There lay a log unlighted on the earth : When he was labouring in the throes of birth : For th ' unborn chief the fatal ...
... last ' twas rage alone ; Which burning upwards in fucceffion dries The tears that food confidering in her eyes . There lay a log unlighted on the earth : When he was labouring in the throes of birth : For th ' unborn chief the fatal ...
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... last time the lifts her hand , Averts her eyes , and half unwilling drops the brand . The brand , amid the flaming fuel thrown , Or drew , or seem'd to draw , a dying groan ; The fires themselves but faintly lick'd their prey , Then ...
... last time the lifts her hand , Averts her eyes , and half unwilling drops the brand . The brand , amid the flaming fuel thrown , Or drew , or seem'd to draw , a dying groan ; The fires themselves but faintly lick'd their prey , Then ...
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... last , a long proceffion moving on , With timbrels , that affift the labouring moon . Her flumbers feem'd difpell'd , and , broad awake , She heard a voice , that thus diftin & tly fpake . My votary , thy babe from death defend , Nor ...
... last , a long proceffion moving on , With timbrels , that affift the labouring moon . Her flumbers feem'd difpell'd , and , broad awake , She heard a voice , that thus diftin & tly fpake . My votary , thy babe from death defend , Nor ...
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