Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry, Объемы 7-8J. Bell, 1789 |
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... round the gay victor's head ! Ye winds ! convey the news to Albion's floods ! Ye floods ! resound it to the joyous woods ! Ye joyous woods ! your tuneful choirs prepare To hail my Hero from the toils of war ! Delusive scenes ! too ...
... round the gay victor's head ! Ye winds ! convey the news to Albion's floods ! Ye floods ! resound it to the joyous woods ! Ye joyous woods ! your tuneful choirs prepare To hail my Hero from the toils of war ! Delusive scenes ! too ...
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... round , While Night's black shades augment the savage sound , Midst bolts and bars the active soul is free , And flies , unfetter'd , CAVENDISH , to thee . Thou dear companion of my better days , When hand in hand we trod the paths of ...
... round , While Night's black shades augment the savage sound , Midst bolts and bars the active soul is free , And flies , unfetter'd , CAVENDISH , to thee . Thou dear companion of my better days , When hand in hand we trod the paths of ...
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... round , With mangled limbs bestrews the purple ground . Now , Memory , fail ! nor let my mind revolve , How England's Peers annull'd the just resolve , Against her bosom aim'd a deadly blow , And laid at once her great Palladium low ...
... round , With mangled limbs bestrews the purple ground . Now , Memory , fail ! nor let my mind revolve , How England's Peers annull'd the just resolve , Against her bosom aim'd a deadly blow , And laid at once her great Palladium low ...
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... round , And in that madness dream you're to be found . Would'st thou believe it ? to those walls I fly Where thou wert captive held ; there frantic cry , These fetters sure my vagrant's flight restrain'd ; Alas ! these fetters I myself ...
... round , And in that madness dream you're to be found . Would'st thou believe it ? to those walls I fly Where thou wert captive held ; there frantic cry , These fetters sure my vagrant's flight restrain'd ; Alas ! these fetters I myself ...
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... soul ? Would I its softest , tenderest sense control ? Would I this touch'd , this glowing heart refine To the cold substance of that marble shrine ? Transform'd like these pale swarms that round me move Of Epist . XII . 99 AND AMATORY .
... soul ? Would I its softest , tenderest sense control ? Would I this touch'd , this glowing heart refine To the cold substance of that marble shrine ? Transform'd like these pale swarms that round me move Of Epist . XII . 99 AND AMATORY .
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