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The scornful boy Adonis , viewirg her , Would Venus ftill despise , yet her desire ; Each who but saw , was a competitor And rival , scorch'd alike with Cupid's fire . The glorious beams of her fair eyes did mov And light beholders on ...
The scornful boy Adonis , viewirg her , Would Venus ftill despise , yet her desire ; Each who but saw , was a competitor And rival , scorch'd alike with Cupid's fire . The glorious beams of her fair eyes did mov And light beholders on ...
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And dipt his arrow in Conftantia's eyes , " Is ' t Echo answers ? tell me then thy will : " Blowing a fire that would destroy him quite , “ I will , ” she said . « What shall I get , ” says Unless such flames within her heart should ...
And dipt his arrow in Conftantia's eyes , " Is ' t Echo answers ? tell me then thy will : " Blowing a fire that would destroy him quite , “ I will , ” she said . « What shall I get , ” says Unless such flames within her heart should ...
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His soul , his griess , his fires , now her's are “ What husbandman would any pains refuse , grown : “ To reap at last ... And tun'd this song , posing that harmony But Cupid , when his heart was set on fire , Which poets attribute to ...
His soul , his griess , his fires , now her's are “ What husbandman would any pains refuse , grown : “ To reap at last ... And tun'd this song , posing that harmony But Cupid , when his heart was set on fire , Which poets attribute to ...
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< But how should she , ere I impart my love , “ Reward my ardent fiame with like desire ? “ But when I speak , if the should angry prove , “ Laugh at my flowing tears , and scorn my fire ; « Why , he who hith all ...
< But how should she , ere I impart my love , “ Reward my ardent fiame with like desire ? “ But when I speak , if the should angry prove , “ Laugh at my flowing tears , and scorn my fire ; « Why , he who hith all ...
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... virtuous maiden ! my defire “ Is chalte and pious as thy virgin thought ; * No flash of lust , ' tis no dishonest fire , I TRUST , dear foul , my absence cannot move Which goes as soon as it was quickly brought ; You to forget or ...
... virtuous maiden ! my defire “ Is chalte and pious as thy virgin thought ; * No flash of lust , ' tis no dishonest fire , I TRUST , dear foul , my absence cannot move Which goes as soon as it was quickly brought ; You to forget or ...
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Стр. 120 - THIS is the month, and this the happy morn, Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King, Of wedded maid, and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring...
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Стр. 128 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
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Стр. 132 - Through the dear might of him that walked the waves Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies That sing, and singing in their glory move And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
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Стр. 130 - And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.