Ovid's Epistles: With His AmoursT. Davies, 1776 - 348 páginas |
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... increaft ,, And all a Mother's Cares diftract my Breast .. Alas , what more could Fate itself impofe , But Thee , the laft and greatest of my Woes ? No more my Robes in waving Purple flow , Nor B 4 No SAPHO to PHAON .
... increaft ,, And all a Mother's Cares diftract my Breast .. Alas , what more could Fate itself impofe , But Thee , the laft and greatest of my Woes ? No more my Robes in waving Purple flow , Nor B 4 No SAPHO to PHAON .
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... Breast Dash'd on fharp Rocks , than to thy Bofom preft ? This Breast , which once , in vain ! you lik'd fo well ; Where the Loves play'd , and where the Mufes dwell- Alas ! the Mufes now no more inspire . Untun'd my Lute , and filent is ...
... Breast Dash'd on fharp Rocks , than to thy Bofom preft ? This Breast , which once , in vain ! you lik'd fo well ; Where the Loves play'd , and where the Mufes dwell- Alas ! the Mufes now no more inspire . Untun'd my Lute , and filent is ...
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... Breast , And rifing Weight my sinking Limbs opprest . What Herbs , what Plants , did not my Nurse produce To make Abortion by thy pow'rful Juice ? What Med'cines try'd we not , to thee unknown ? Our first Crime common ; this was mine ...
... Breast , And rifing Weight my sinking Limbs opprest . What Herbs , what Plants , did not my Nurse produce To make Abortion by thy pow'rful Juice ? What Med'cines try'd we not , to thee unknown ? Our first Crime common ; this was mine ...
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... Breasts I beat , my blubber'd Cheeks I wound . And now appear'd the Meffenger of Death , Sad were his Looks , and fcarce he drew his Breath , To fay , Your Father fends you ( with that Word His trembling Hands prefented me a Sword ...
... Breasts I beat , my blubber'd Cheeks I wound . And now appear'd the Meffenger of Death , Sad were his Looks , and fcarce he drew his Breath , To fay , Your Father fends you ( with that Word His trembling Hands prefented me a Sword ...
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... Dreams possest , Threw carelefly your dear Arm o'er my Breast , There thinking to repeat Joys lately known , Your Hand upon my Sword was almost thrown . } " Twas ' Twas time to call ; no longer I forebore 36 OVID'S EPISTLES .
... Dreams possest , Threw carelefly your dear Arm o'er my Breast , There thinking to repeat Joys lately known , Your Hand upon my Sword was almost thrown . } " Twas ' Twas time to call ; no longer I forebore 36 OVID'S EPISTLES .
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