Ovid's Epistles: With His AmoursT. Davies, 1776 - 348 páginas |
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... wound , Irave , then weep , I curfe , and then complain , Now fwell to Rage , now melt in Tears again . Not fiercer Pangs diftract the mournful Dame , Whofe first - born Infant feeds the Fun'ral Flame . My fcornful Brother with a Smile ...
... wound , Irave , then weep , I curfe , and then complain , Now fwell to Rage , now melt in Tears again . Not fiercer Pangs diftract the mournful Dame , Whofe first - born Infant feeds the Fun'ral Flame . My fcornful Brother with a Smile ...
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... urge the Death which he commands ; Than all the raging Winds more dreadful , he , Unmov'd , without a Tear my Wounds would fee . Jove juftly plac'd him on a stormy Throne , His Jove [ 14 ] Canace to Macareus Mr Dryden,
... urge the Death which he commands ; Than all the raging Winds more dreadful , he , Unmov'd , without a Tear my Wounds would fee . Jove juftly plac'd him on a stormy Throne , His Jove [ 14 ] Canace to Macareus Mr Dryden,
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... Wound , A fecret Pleasure in thy Kiffes found : My Cheeks no longer did their Colour boast , My Food grew loathfome , and my Strength I loft : Still ere I fpoke , a Sigh would ftop my Tongue ; Short were my Slumbers , and my Nights were ...
... Wound , A fecret Pleasure in thy Kiffes found : My Cheeks no longer did their Colour boast , My Food grew loathfome , and my Strength I loft : Still ere I fpoke , a Sigh would ftop my Tongue ; Short were my Slumbers , and my Nights were ...
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... 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 :) Your Father fends you this ; and lets you ...
... 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 :) Your Father fends you this ; and lets you ...
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... Breaft thou drop'ft a Tear , Think for whofe fake my Breaft that Wound did bear And faithfully my laft Defires fulfil , As I perform my cruel Father's Will . PHILLIS PHILLIS TO DEMOPHOON . By ED . POLEY , Efq CANACE to MACARE US . 19.
... Breaft thou drop'ft a Tear , Think for whofe fake my Breaft that Wound did bear And faithfully my laft Defires fulfil , As I perform my cruel Father's Will . PHILLIS PHILLIS TO DEMOPHOON . By ED . POLEY , Efq CANACE to MACARE US . 19.
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Acontius againſt Arms Beauty betray'd bluſh Breaſt Caufe Cauſe Charms Corinna cou'd Crime Cydippe dear Death Defire Demophoon Dido doft ELEGY Ev'n ev'ry Eyes fafe faid Fair falfe Fame Fate fear felf fhall fhould fierce fince firft firſt flain Flame foft fome foon ftill fuch fure Goddeſs Gods Grecian Hand Heart Heav'n HENRY CROMWELL himſelf Huſband Jove Joys Kiffes laft Laodamia laſt lefs loft lov'd Love Love's Lover Maid Medea Menelaus Miſtreſs moſt Mufe muft muſt ne'er Night Nymph o'er Ovid Paffion Phaon Phillis pleaſe Pleaſure Pow'r Pray'rs prefent purſue Pylos Rage Reft rife Sapho ſelf ſhall ſhe Sifter Soul ſpeak ſpread ſtay ſtill Tears tender thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou Thoughts thouſand Thracian thro Tibullus Tranflation Troy Twas Ulyffes uſe Venus Verſe Vows Whilft whofe Wife Winds Wiſhes wou'd Wounds
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