The pleasures of hope, Gertrude of Wyoming, and other poems. To which are added, Collins' & Gray's poetical works |
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... Glance their many - twinkling feet.d Slow melting strains their Queen's approach declare : Where'er she turns the Graces homage pay With arms sublime , that float upon the air , In gliding state she wins her easy way : O'er her warm ...
... Glance their many - twinkling feet.d Slow melting strains their Queen's approach declare : Where'er she turns the Graces homage pay With arms sublime , that float upon the air , In gliding state she wins her easy way : O'er her warm ...
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Page 140 - And though sometimes, each dreary pause between, Dejected Pity, at his side, Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unaltered mien, While each strained ball of sight seemed bursting from his head.
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