 Paradise. To Thessaly I came, and living private, Without acquaintance of more sweet companions Than the old inmates to my love, my thoughts, I day by day frequented silent groves And solitary walks. One morning early This accident encounter'd me: I heard...  Uncle Oliver's Travels: Persia - Page 265by John Kitto - 1835Full view - About this book
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...Without acquaintance of more sweet companions, Than ; In- old inmates to my love, my thoughts, I clay by day frequented silent groves, And solitary walks....contention, That art and nature ever were at strife in. Amct. 1 cannot yet conceive, what you infer By art ami nature. Mm. I shall soon resolve ye. A sound... | |
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...sweet companions, Than the old inmates to my love, my thoughts, 1 day by day frequented silent prove». And solitary walks. One morning early This accident...contention, That art and nature ever were at strife in. Amtthus. I cannot yet conceive what you infer By art and nature. Пeн. 1 shall soon resolve ye. A... | |
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...visiting Paradise. To Thessaly I came, and living private, Without acquaintance of more sweet companion!! Than the old inmates to my love, my thoughts, I day...sound of music touch'd mine ears, or rather Indeed entranced my soul : as I stole nearer, Invited by the melody, I saw This youth, this fair-faced youth,... | |
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...day by day frequented silent groves And solitary walks. One morning early This accident enconnter'd me : I heard The sweetest and most ravishing contention...sound of music touch'd mine ears, or rather Indeed entranced my soul ; as I stole nearer, Invited by the melody, I saw This youth, this fair-faced youtb,... | |
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...morning early This accident enconnter'd me : I heard The sweetest and most ravishing contention That.art and nature ever were at strife in. A sound of music touch'd mine ears, or rather Indeed entranced my soul ; as I stole nearer, Invited by the melody, I saw This youth, this fair-faced yonth,... | |
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...I found him. Men. Passing from Italy to Greece, the tales Which poets of an elder time have feign'd To glorify their Tempe, bred in me Desire of visiting...contention, That art [and] nature ever were at strife in.* Amet. I cannot yet conceive, what you infer By art and nature. Men. I shall soon resolve you. A sound... | |
 | John Ford - Dramatists, English - 1827 - 712 pages
...Prithee do. Men. Passing from Italy to Greece, the tales Which poets of an elder time have feign'd To glorify their Tempe, bred in me Desire of visiting...contention, That art [and] nature ever were at strife in.4 Amet, I cannot yet conceive, what you infer By art and nature. Men. I shall soon resolve you.... | |
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...tales Which poets of an elder time have feign'd To glorify their Tempe, bred in me Desire of visiting Paradise. To Thessaly I came, and living private,...sound of music touch'd mine ears, or rather Indeed entranced my soul; as I stole nearer, Invited by the melody, I saw This youth, this fair-faced youth,... | |
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