Ovid's Epistles: With His Amours |
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... my Breast , and stop'd my freezing Blood ; No Sigh to rise , no Tear had Pow'r
to flow ; Fix'd in a stupid Lethargy of Woe . But when its way th'impetuous Passion
found , I rend my Treffes , and my Breasts I wound , I rave , then weep , I curse ...
... my Breast , and stop'd my freezing Blood ; No Sigh to rise , no Tear had Pow'r
to flow ; Fix'd in a stupid Lethargy of Woe . But when its way th'impetuous Passion
found , I rend my Treffes , and my Breasts I wound , I rave , then weep , I curse ...
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... the Death which he commands ; Than all the raging Winds more dreadful , he ,
Unmoy'd , without a Tear my Wounds would fee . Jove juftly plac'd him on a
stormy Throne , His Jove [ 14 ] CANACE TO MACARE US. ...
... the Death which he commands ; Than all the raging Winds more dreadful , he ,
Unmoy'd , without a Tear my Wounds would fee . Jove juftly plac'd him on a
stormy Throne , His Jove [ 14 ] CANACE TO MACARE US. ...
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For I lov'd too ; and knowing not my Wound , 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 ...
For I lov'd too ; and knowing not my Wound , 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 ...
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Out went the King ; my Voice its Freedom found , My Breasts I beat , my blabber'd
Cheeks I wound . And now appear'd the Messenger of Death , Sad were his
Looks , and scarce he drew his Breath , To say , Your Father sends you.— ( with
that ...
Out went the King ; my Voice its Freedom found , My Breasts I beat , my blabber'd
Cheeks I wound . And now appear'd the Messenger of Death , Sad were his
Looks , and scarce he drew his Breath , To say , Your Father sends you.— ( with
that ...
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... with my dead Body burn And once more join us in the pious Urn . If on my
wounded Breast thou drop't a Tear , Think for whose fake my Breast that Wound
did bear ; And faithfully my last Desires fulfil , As I perform my cruel Father's Will .
... with my dead Body burn And once more join us in the pious Urn . If on my
wounded Breast thou drop't a Tear , Think for whose fake my Breast that Wound
did bear ; And faithfully my last Desires fulfil , As I perform my cruel Father's Will .
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Arms bear Beauty Blood Breaſt Cauſe Charms Command cou'd Crime dear Death doubt Embrace ev'ry Eyes Face Fair Faith fall falſe Fame fatal Fate Father fear Field fierce Fire firſt Flame Force gave give Gods Hair Hand Hate hear Heart Heav'n Honour Hopes Huſband Jove Joys kind laſt leave leſs Light live Looks lov'd Love Love's Lover Maid Mind Miſtreſs Mother move muſt Name ne'er never Night o'er once Pain Paris Place pleaſe Pleaſure poor Pow'r prove Rage Return riſe ſame ſay ſee ſelf ſhall Shame ſhe Shore ſhould ſoft ſome Soul ſtill ſuch Tears tell tender thee theſe thine Things thoſe thou Thoughts thro Tongue Troy true Twas uſe Venus Verſe Vows Whilft whoſe Wife Winds wou'd Wounds write yield Youth
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