Ovid's Epistles: With His Amours |
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... my flowing Hair No more with fragrant Scents perfume the Air , But all my Dress
discovers wild Despair . For whom , alas ! should now my Art be thown ? The only
Man I card to please is gone . Oh let me once morc see those Eyes of thine .
... my flowing Hair No more with fragrant Scents perfume the Air , But all my Dress
discovers wild Despair . For whom , alas ! should now my Art be thown ? The only
Man I card to please is gone . Oh let me once morc see those Eyes of thine .
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Expos'd to all the World my self I see , Forgetting Virtue , Fame , and all but thee ;
So ill , alas ! do Love and Shame agree ! ' Tis thou alone that art my constant
Care , In pleafing Dreams thoa comfort'it my Despair ; And mak'st the Night , that ...
Expos'd to all the World my self I see , Forgetting Virtue , Fame , and all but thee ;
So ill , alas ! do Love and Shame agree ! ' Tis thou alone that art my constant
Care , In pleafing Dreams thoa comfort'it my Despair ; And mak'st the Night , that ...
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Ungentle Youth ! didît thou but see me mourn , Hard as thou art , thou wou'dít ,
thou wou'dft return . My constant falling Tears the Paper stain , And my weak
Hand can scarce direct my Pen . Oh could thy Eyes but reach my dreadful State ,
As ...
Ungentle Youth ! didît thou but see me mourn , Hard as thou art , thou wou'dít ,
thou wou'dft return . My constant falling Tears the Paper stain , And my weak
Hand can scarce direct my Pen . Oh could thy Eyes but reach my dreadful State ,
As ...
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The Vows you never will return , receive : And take at least the Love thou wilt not
give . See , while I write , my Words are loft in Tears ; The less my Seufe , the
more my Love appears . Suro Sure ' twas not much to bid one kind Adieu 8
OVID'S ...
The Vows you never will return , receive : And take at least the Love thou wilt not
give . See , while I write , my Words are loft in Tears ; The less my Seufe , the
more my Love appears . Suro Sure ' twas not much to bid one kind Adieu 8
OVID'S ...
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Ah ! canst thou rather see this tender Breast Dafh'd on sharp Rocks , than to thy
Bosom prest ? This Breast , which once , in vain ! you lik'd so well ; Where the
Loves play'd , and where the Mufes dwellAlas ! the Muses now no more inspire .
Ah ! canst thou rather see this tender Breast Dafh'd on sharp Rocks , than to thy
Bosom prest ? This Breast , which once , in vain ! you lik'd so well ; Where the
Loves play'd , and where the Mufes dwellAlas ! the Muses now no more inspire .
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