Ovid's Epistles: With His Amours |
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Tis thou alone that art my constant Care , In pleafing Dreams thoa comfort'it my
Despair ; And mak'st the Night , that does thy Form convey , Welcome to me
above the fairest Day . Then ' spight of Absence , I thy Love enjoy ; In close
Embraces ...
Tis thou alone that art my constant Care , In pleafing Dreams thoa comfort'it my
Despair ; And mak'st the Night , that does thy Form convey , Welcome to me
above the fairest Day . Then ' spight of Absence , I thy Love enjoy ; In close
Embraces ...
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With hers my difmal Notes all Night agree , Of Tereus the complains , and I of
thee . 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
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With hers my difmal Notes all Night agree , Of Tereus the complains , and I of
thee . 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
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Tis thou art all my Care , and my Delight , My daily Longing , and my Dream by
Night : O Night more pleasing than the brightest Day , When Fancy gives what
Abfence takes away , And drelt in all its visionary Charms , Restores my fair
Deserter ...
Tis thou art all my Care , and my Delight , My daily Longing , and my Dream by
Night : O Night more pleasing than the brightest Day , When Fancy gives what
Abfence takes away , And drelt in all its visionary Charms , Restores my fair
Deserter ...
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For thee the fading Trees appear to mourn , And Birds defer their Songs ' till thy
Return : Night shades the Groves , and all in Silence lye , All , but the mournful
Philomel and I , With mournful Philomel I join my Strain , Of Tereus lhe , of Phaon
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For thee the fading Trees appear to mourn , And Birds defer their Songs ' till thy
Return : Night shades the Groves , and all in Silence lye , All , but the mournful
Philomel and I , With mournful Philomel I join my Strain , Of Tereus lhe , of Phaon
I ...
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... A secret Pleasure in thy Kisses found : My Cheeks no longer did their Colour
boat , My Food grew loathsome , and my Strength I loft : Still ere I spoke , a Sigh
would ftop my Tongue ; Short were my Slumbers , and my Nights were long .
... A secret Pleasure in thy Kisses found : My Cheeks no longer did their Colour
boat , My Food grew loathsome , and my Strength I loft : Still ere I spoke , a Sigh
would ftop my Tongue ; Short were my Slumbers , and my Nights were long .
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