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Página 192
Hark ! the numbers soft and clear Gently steal upon the ear ; Now louder , and yet
louder rise , And fill with spreading sounds the skies : Exulting in triumph now
swell the bold notes , In broken air , trembling , the wild music floats ; Till , by ...
Hark ! the numbers soft and clear Gently steal upon the ear ; Now louder , and yet
louder rise , And fill with spreading sounds the skies : Exulting in triumph now
swell the bold notes , In broken air , trembling , the wild music floats ; Till , by ...
Página 352
Tells her , while she surveys a face so fine , There ' s no satiety of charms divine :
Hence , if her lover yawns , all chang ' d appears Her temper , and she melts ,
sweet soul ! in tears She , fond and young , last week , her wish enjoy ' d , In soft ...
Tells her , while she surveys a face so fine , There ' s no satiety of charms divine :
Hence , if her lover yawns , all chang ' d appears Her temper , and she melts ,
sweet soul ! in tears She , fond and young , last week , her wish enjoy ' d , In soft ...
Página 358
I to day ' s soft - ey ' d sister pay my court , Endymion ' s rival , and her aid implore
, Now first implor ' d in succour to the muse . And kind thou wilt be , kind on such a
theme , A theme so like thee , a quite lunar theme , Soft , modest , melancholy ...
I to day ' s soft - ey ' d sister pay my court , Endymion ' s rival , and her aid implore
, Now first implor ' d in succour to the muse . And kind thou wilt be , kind on such a
theme , A theme so like thee , a quite lunar theme , Soft , modest , melancholy ...
Página 360
And young as beautiful ! and soft as young ! And gay as soft ! and innocent as
gay ! And happy , if aught happy here , as good ! For fortune fond had built her
nest on high . Like birds quite exquisite of note and plume , Transfix ' d by fate
who ...
And young as beautiful ! and soft as young ! And gay as soft ! and innocent as
gay ! And happy , if aught happy here , as good ! For fortune fond had built her
nest on high . Like birds quite exquisite of note and plume , Transfix ' d by fate
who ...
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... of fate : A cushion on his back she plac ' d , And bound with ribands round his
waist : The knot , which whilom graç ' d her head , - And down her winding
lappets spread , From all it ' s soft meanders freed , Became a bridle for her steed
.
... of fate : A cushion on his back she plac ' d , And bound with ribands round his
waist : The knot , which whilom graç ' d her head , - And down her winding
lappets spread , From all it ' s soft meanders freed , Became a bridle for her steed
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Informações bibliográficas
| Título | Poétique anglaise, Volume 3 Poétique anglaise, Albin Joseph U. Hennet |
| Autor | Albin Joseph U. Hennet |
| Publicado | 1806 |
| Original de | Oxford University |
| Digitalizado | 17 nov. 2006 |
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