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Pagina 3
... of folitude no more can please , Love enters there , and I'm my own disease . No more the Lesbian dames my paffion move , Once the dear objects of my guilty love ; 15 Atque aliae centum , quas non fine crimine amavi : A 2.
... of folitude no more can please , Love enters there , and I'm my own disease . No more the Lesbian dames my paffion move , Once the dear objects of my guilty love ; 15 Atque aliae centum , quas non fine crimine amavi : A 2.
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... dear deluding eyes ? The harp and bow would you like Phœbus bear , A brighter Phoebus Phaon might appear ; Would you with ivy wreath your flowing hair , 25 Not Bacchus ' felf with Phaon could compare : Yet Phoebus lov'd , and Bacchus ...
... dear deluding eyes ? The harp and bow would you like Phœbus bear , A brighter Phoebus Phaon might appear ; Would you with ivy wreath your flowing hair , 25 Not Bacchus ' felf with Phaon could compare : Yet Phoebus lov'd , and Bacchus ...
Pagina 7
... dear remembrance can remove , For oh ! how vast a memory has love ? My mufic , then , you could for ever hear , And all my words were mufic to your ear . You ftopp'd with kiffes my enchanting tongue , 55 And found my kiffes sweeter than ...
... dear remembrance can remove , For oh ! how vast a memory has love ? My mufic , then , you could for ever hear , And all my words were mufic to your ear . You ftopp'd with kiffes my enchanting tongue , 55 And found my kiffes sweeter than ...
Pagina 25
... Dear fatal name ! reft ever unreveal'd , Nor pass these lips in holy filence feal'd ; Hide it , my heart , within that close disguise , Where mix'd with God's , his lov'd Idea lies : O write it not my hand - the name appears Already ...
... Dear fatal name ! reft ever unreveal'd , Nor pass these lips in holy filence feal'd ; Hide it , my heart , within that close disguise , Where mix'd with God's , his lov'd Idea lies : O write it not my hand - the name appears Already ...
Pagina 26
... dear ! Still breath'd in fighs , still usher'd with a tear . I tremble too , where'er my own I find , Some dire misfortune follows close behind . Line after line my gufhing eyes o'erflow , Led thro ' a fad variety of woe : Now warm in ...
... dear ! Still breath'd in fighs , still usher'd with a tear . I tremble too , where'er my own I find , Some dire misfortune follows close behind . Line after line my gufhing eyes o'erflow , Led thro ' a fad variety of woe : Now warm in ...
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Pagina 31 - Sad proof how well a lover can obey ! Death, only death, can break the lasting chain ; And here ev'n then, shall my cold dust remain, Here all its frailties, all its flames resign, And wait, till 'tis no sin to mix with thine.
Pagina 31 - Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence, and a dread repose: Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Pagina 28 - Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies. Let wealth, let honour, wait the wedded dame, August her deed, and sacred be her fame; Before true passion all those views remove, Fame, wealth, and honour! what are you to Love?
Pagina 37 - If ever chance two wand'ring lovers brings, To Paraclete's white walls, and silver springs, O'er the pale marble shall they join their heads, And drink the...
Pagina 26 - Yet write, oh write me all, that I may join Griefs to thy griefs, and echo sighs to thine.
Pagina 36 - Assist the fiends, and tear me from my God! No, fly me, fly me, far as Pole from Pole; Rise Alps between us!
Pagina 30 - And gleams of glory brighten'd all the day. But now no face divine contentment wears, 'Tis all blank sadness, or continual tears. See how the force of others...
Pagina 26 - Relentless walls ! whose darksome round contains Repentant sighs, and voluntary pains : Ye rugged rocks, which holy knees have worn ; Ye grots and caverns shagg'd with horrid thorn...
Pagina 36 - Ah come not, write not, think not once of me, Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee. Thy oaths I quit, thy memory resign, Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine.
Pagina 36 - And more than Echoes talk along the walls. Here, as I watch'd the dying lamps around, From yonder shrine I heard a hollow sound. 'Come, sister, come!' (it said, or seem'd to say) 'Thy place is here, sad sister, come away! 310 Once like thyself, I trembled, wept, and pray'd, Love's victim then, tho...