Cowley. Denham. Milton. Butler. Rochester. Roscommon. Otway. Waller. Pomfret. Dorset. Stepney. J. Philips. WalshSamuel Johnson A. Miller, 1800 |
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... wound your flave , and fpare your foe ? " Here tears and fighs fpeak his imperfect moan , In language far more moving than his own . Home he retir'd , his foul he brought not home ; Just like a fhip , while every mounting wave Tofs'd by ...
... wound your flave , and fpare your foe ? " Here tears and fighs fpeak his imperfect moan , In language far more moving than his own . Home he retir'd , his foul he brought not home ; Just like a fhip , while every mounting wave Tofs'd by ...
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... wound is grown too great , too defpe- rate . " But counfel , " faid his friend , " a remedy " Which never fails the patient , måy at least , " If not quite heal your mind's infirmity , Affuage your torment , and procure some rest ...
... wound is grown too great , too defpe- rate . " But counfel , " faid his friend , " a remedy " Which never fails the patient , måy at least , " If not quite heal your mind's infirmity , Affuage your torment , and procure some rest ...
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... wound of my confuming heart . Then , fince it only in your power doth lie " To kill or fave , Oh ! help , or else I die . " His gently cruel love did thus reply ; " I for your pain am grieved , and would do , " Without impeachment of my ...
... wound of my confuming heart . Then , fince it only in your power doth lie " To kill or fave , Oh ! help , or else I die . " His gently cruel love did thus reply ; " I for your pain am grieved , and would do , " Without impeachment of my ...
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... wound . But , ere the fun through many days had run , Conftantia's charming beauty had o'ercome Guifardo's heart , and scorn'd affection won ; Her eyes foon conquer'd all they shone upon , Shot through his wounded heart fuch hot de ...
... wound . But , ere the fun through many days had run , Conftantia's charming beauty had o'ercome Guifardo's heart , and scorn'd affection won ; Her eyes foon conquer'd all they shone upon , Shot through his wounded heart fuch hot de ...
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... wound Washes with tears , that her sweet speech con- found . But afterwards , recovering breath , faid fhe , " Alas ! what chance hath parted thee and I ? " O tell what evil hath befall'n to thee , " That of thy death I may a partner be ...
... wound Washes with tears , that her sweet speech con- found . But afterwards , recovering breath , faid fhe , " Alas ! what chance hath parted thee and I ? " O tell what evil hath befall'n to thee , " That of thy death I may a partner be ...
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