The Lady's Poetical Magazine: Or, Beauties of British Poetry, Volume 1Harrison and Company, 1781 |
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... toy'd their time away , He ask'd how many charming hours were flown , Since on her flave her heav'n of beauty fhone . • Should I confult my heart , ' cry'd he , the rate , • Were fmall ; a week would be the utmost date : • But when my ...
... toy'd their time away , He ask'd how many charming hours were flown , Since on her flave her heav'n of beauty fhone . • Should I confult my heart , ' cry'd he , the rate , • Were fmall ; a week would be the utmost date : • But when my ...
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... d fprightly lays : Blefs'd days ! when Fancy fmil'd at Care , • When Pleasure toy'd with Truth , Nor Envy , with malignant glare , • Had harm'd his fimple youth . • • " Twas • " Twas then , O Solitude ! to thee 216 BEAUTIES OF POETRY . "
... d fprightly lays : Blefs'd days ! when Fancy fmil'd at Care , • When Pleasure toy'd with Truth , Nor Envy , with malignant glare , • Had harm'd his fimple youth . • • " Twas • " Twas then , O Solitude ! to thee 216 BEAUTIES OF POETRY . "
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Amyntor behold beneath bleffings blefs'd blifs bofom breaſt cauſe charms chearful cloſe death defcend defire deſpair e'en eaſe ev'ry eyes facred fafe faid fair fame fate fcene fear feems fenfe fhade fhall fhine fhore fhould fide figh filent fing firſt fix'd fkies fleep flow flow'rs fmiles foft fome fong fons foon foothe forrow foul ftands ftill ftrain ftreams fuch fweet fwell grief heart Heav'n Higham Hill himſelf juft laft laſt loft Lycon lyre magick mind mourn Mufe muft muſt Nature's ne'er numbers nymph o'er paffion pain peace plain pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe rage raiſe Reaſon reft rife riſe rofe ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſkies ſky ſmile ſpeak ſpread ſtate ſteps ſtill ſweet tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro trembling Twas virtue whofe Whoſe youth