The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volume 53

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H. Hughs, 1779
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Page 1 - his feet in Towy's flood, His fides are cloath'd with waving wood, And ancient towers crown his brow, That caft an aweful look below ; Whofe ragged walls the ivy creeps, And with her arms from falling keeps So both a fafety from the wind ĽOn mutual dependence
Page 4 - Now, ev'n now, my joys run high, As on the mountain-turf I lie ; While the wanton Zephyr fmgs, And in the vale perfumes his wings ; While the waters murmur deep ; While the fhepherd charms his fheep ; While the birds unbounded fly, And with mufick fill the
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Page 149 - Love had, like the canker-worm, Confum'd her early prime : The rofe grew pale, and left her cheek; She dy'd before her time. VI. Awake ! me cry'd, thy true love calls* Come from her midnight-grave; Now let thy pity hear the maid, Thy love refus'd to fave. VII. This is the dumb and dreary
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Page 4 - While the birds unbounded fly, And with mufick fill the fky, Now, ev'n now, my joys run high. Be full, ye courts ; be great who will; Search for Peace with all your
Page 150 - broken oath ; And give me back my maiden-vow, And give me back my troth. IX. Why did you promife love to me, And not that promife keep ? Why did you fwear my eyes were bright, Yet leave thofe eyes to weep ? X. How could you fay my face was fair, And yet that face forfake ? How could you win my

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