The Complete Art of Poetry: In Six Parts, Volume 2Charles Rivington, 1718 - English poetry |
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... Flames which cloud the Sky . By Turns a pitchy Cloud the rowls on high ; By Turns hot Embers from her Entrails Ay , And Flakes of mounting Flames that lick the Sky . Oft from her Bowels maffy Rocks are thrown , And , fiver'd by the ...
... Flames which cloud the Sky . By Turns a pitchy Cloud the rowls on high ; By Turns hot Embers from her Entrails Ay , And Flakes of mounting Flames that lick the Sky . Oft from her Bowels maffy Rocks are thrown , And , fiver'd by the ...
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... Flame , which on my Marrow prey'd , Begins to languifh ; and the Heat's decay'd . Phyllis no more can now her Charms employ , But damps Defire , and frights the Cyprian Boy : Deform'd , the cures the Wound her Beauty gave And the ...
... Flame , which on my Marrow prey'd , Begins to languifh ; and the Heat's decay'd . Phyllis no more can now her Charms employ , But damps Defire , and frights the Cyprian Boy : Deform'd , the cures the Wound her Beauty gave And the ...
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... Flame , The Blood , defrauded of its nitrous Food , Had cool'd , and languifh'd in th'Arterial Road ; While the tir'd Heart had ftrove , with fruitless Pain , To push the lazy Tide along the Vein . ALBION . [ Black , Creat For Albion ...
... Flame , The Blood , defrauded of its nitrous Food , Had cool'd , and languifh'd in th'Arterial Road ; While the tir'd Heart had ftrove , with fruitless Pain , To push the lazy Tide along the Vein . ALBION . [ Black , Creat For Albion ...
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... Flames afcending drew . Kindling they mount , and mark the shiny Way ; Across the Skies , as falling Meteors , play , And vanish into Wind , or in a Blaze decay.Dryd.Virg . ARGUS . The Head of Argus , as with Stars the Skies , Was ...
... Flames afcending drew . Kindling they mount , and mark the shiny Way ; Across the Skies , as falling Meteors , play , And vanish into Wind , or in a Blaze decay.Dryd.Virg . ARGUS . The Head of Argus , as with Stars the Skies , Was ...
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... Flames my burning Breast , O , with what Bloom , what Flow'r of Youth the thone ! " How her Cheeks bluth'd a Colour all her own , A genuine Red , like Rofes newly blown ! What Nymph with Phillis could pretend to vie , A whiter Forehead ...
... Flames my burning Breast , O , with what Bloom , what Flow'r of Youth the thone ! " How her Cheeks bluth'd a Colour all her own , A genuine Red , like Rofes newly blown ! What Nymph with Phillis could pretend to vie , A whiter Forehead ...
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Page 324 - Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults To give in evidence. What then? what rests? Try what repentance can: what can it not? Yet what can it, when one can not repent? O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul, that struggling to be free Art more engaged! Help, angels! make assay; Bow, stubborn knees; and heart with strings of steel Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe. All may be well.