A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley]. [2 other copies of vols. 5,6].1765 |
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... kind fhe was , and with what pleasing art She ftrove its fondest wishes to obtain , chain . Confirm her pow'r , and faster bind my If on the green we danc'd , a mirthful band , To me alone fhe gave her willing hand ; Her partial taste ...
... kind fhe was , and with what pleasing art She ftrove its fondest wishes to obtain , chain . Confirm her pow'r , and faster bind my If on the green we danc'd , a mirthful band , To me alone fhe gave her willing hand ; Her partial taste ...
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... I beg you recommend my faithful flame , And let her often hear her fhepherd's name ; Shade all my faults from her enquiring fight , And fhew my merits in the faireft light ; My My pipe your kind affiftance fhall repay , And every ( 13 )
... I beg you recommend my faithful flame , And let her often hear her fhepherd's name ; Shade all my faults from her enquiring fight , And fhew my merits in the faireft light ; My My pipe your kind affiftance fhall repay , And every ( 13 )
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Collection Robert Dodsley. My pipe your kind affiftance fhall repay , And every friend shall claim a diff'rent lay , But fee ! in yonder glade the heav'nly fair Enjoys the fragrance of the breezy air Ah , thither let me fly with eager ...
Collection Robert Dodsley. My pipe your kind affiftance fhall repay , And every friend shall claim a diff'rent lay , But fee ! in yonder glade the heav'nly fair Enjoys the fragrance of the breezy air Ah , thither let me fly with eager ...
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... kind . No , let me live her falfhood to upbraid ; Some god perhaps my juft revenge will aid.- Alas ! what aid , fond fwain , would'st thou receive ? Could thy heart bear to fee its Delia grieve ? Protect her , Heav'n , and let her never ...
... kind . No , let me live her falfhood to upbraid ; Some god perhaps my juft revenge will aid.- Alas ! what aid , fond fwain , would'st thou receive ? Could thy heart bear to fee its Delia grieve ? Protect her , Heav'n , and let her never ...
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... he forgot his vow , ( Such perjuries the laughing gods allow ) Down the fteep hills with ardent hafte he flew He found her kind , and foon believ'd her true . POSSE S- POSSESSION . ECLOGUE IV . To Lord COBHAM . OBHAM ( 18 )
... he forgot his vow , ( Such perjuries the laughing gods allow ) Down the fteep hills with ardent hafte he flew He found her kind , and foon believ'd her true . POSSE S- POSSESSION . ECLOGUE IV . To Lord COBHAM . OBHAM ( 18 )
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