Silver Poets of the Eighteenth CenturyArthur Pollard Dent, 1976 - 274 pagina's |
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... fear'd the worst , And often told you so at first : ' He'd rather chuse that I should dye , Than his Prediction prove a Lye . Not one foretels I shall recover ; But , all agree , to give me over . Yet shou'd some Neighbour feel a Pain ...
... fear'd the worst , And often told you so at first : ' He'd rather chuse that I should dye , Than his Prediction prove a Lye . Not one foretels I shall recover ; But , all agree , to give me over . Yet shou'd some Neighbour feel a Pain ...
Pagina 222
... FEAR 5 IO 15 20 Thou , to whom the World unknown With all its shadowy Shapes is shown ; Who see'st appall'd th ' unreal Scene , While Fancy lifts the Veil between : Ah Fear ! Ah frantic Fear ! I see , I see Thee near . I know thy ...
... FEAR 5 IO 15 20 Thou , to whom the World unknown With all its shadowy Shapes is shown ; Who see'st appall'd th ' unreal Scene , While Fancy lifts the Veil between : Ah Fear ! Ah frantic Fear ! I see , I see Thee near . I know thy ...
Pagina 223
... Fear , I know Thee by my throbbing Heart , Thy with'ring Pow'r inspir'd each mournful Line , Tho ' gentle Pity claim her mingled Part , Yet all the Thunders of the Scene are thine ! 50 55 Antistrophe Thou who such weary Lengths hast ...
... Fear , I know Thee by my throbbing Heart , Thy with'ring Pow'r inspir'd each mournful Line , Tho ' gentle Pity claim her mingled Part , Yet all the Thunders of the Scene are thine ! 50 55 Antistrophe Thou who such weary Lengths hast ...
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