The Poetical Works of Collins, Gray, and Beattie: With a Memoir of Each |
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With arms sublime , that float upon the air , In gliding state she wins her easy way : O'er her warm cheek , and rising bosom move The bloom of young Desire , and purple light of Love II . 1 . Man's feeble race what ills await !
With arms sublime , that float upon the air , In gliding state she wins her easy way : O'er her warm cheek , and rising bosom move The bloom of young Desire , and purple light of Love II . 1 . Man's feeble race what ills await !
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