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Page 12
... And golden trees enrich their fide ; Th'illustrious leaves no dropping autumn fear , And jewels for their fruit they bear , Which ; by the blest are gathered For bracelets to the arm , and garlands to the head .
... And golden trees enrich their fide ; Th'illustrious leaves no dropping autumn fear , And jewels for their fruit they bear , Which ; by the blest are gathered For bracelets to the arm , and garlands to the head .
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To thee , O Proserpine ! this isle I give , " Said Jove , and , as he said , Smild , and bent his gracious head , * " And thou , O ille ! " said he , “ for ever thrive , “ And keep the value of our gift alive !
To thee , O Proserpine ! this isle I give , " Said Jove , and , as he said , Smild , and bent his gracious head , * " And thou , O ille ! " said he , “ for ever thrive , “ And keep the value of our gift alive !
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Whilft , alas ! my timorous Muse Unambitious tracks pursues ; Does with weak , unballast wings , About the moffy brooks and springs , About the trees ' new - blossom'd heads , About the gardens ' painted beds , About the fields and ...
Whilft , alas ! my timorous Muse Unambitious tracks pursues ; Does with weak , unballast wings , About the moffy brooks and springs , About the trees ' new - blossom'd heads , About the gardens ' painted beds , About the fields and ...
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... grav'd by the learn'd hand of Art ! A shield that gives delight Ev'n to the enemies ' sight , Then , when they ' re sure to lose the combat by ' t . Nor can the snow , which now cold Age does shed Upon thy reverend head , Quench or ...
... grav'd by the learn'd hand of Art ! A shield that gives delight Ev'n to the enemies ' sight , Then , when they ' re sure to lose the combat by ' t . Nor can the snow , which now cold Age does shed Upon thy reverend head , Quench or ...
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Me from the womb the midwife Muse did take : She cut my navel , walh'd me , and mine head With her own hands the fashioned ; She did a covenant with nje make , And circumcis'd my tender foul , and thus the fpake : " Thon * Thou of my ...
Me from the womb the midwife Muse did take : She cut my navel , walh'd me , and mine head With her own hands the fashioned ; She did a covenant with nje make , And circumcis'd my tender foul , and thus the fpake : " Thon * Thou of my ...
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| Title | The Works of the English Poets, Volume 1 |
| Author | Abraham Cowley |
| Editors | Samuel Johnson, C. Bathrust (Londres) |
| Publisher | H. Hughs, 1779 |
| Original from | the Complutense University of Madrid |
| Digitized | 3 Aug 2009 |
| Length | 407 pages |
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