The Lady's Poetical Magazine: Or, Beauties of British Poetry, Band 1Harrison and Company, 1781 |
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... blessings thou canst boast ? • These , Virtue ! these the joys they find , • Who leave thy heav'n - topt hills behind ? • Shade me , ye pines ; ye caverns , hide • Ye mountains cover me ! ' fhe cry'd . Her trumpet Slander rais'd on high ...
... blessings thou canst boast ? • These , Virtue ! these the joys they find , • Who leave thy heav'n - topt hills behind ? • Shade me , ye pines ; ye caverns , hide • Ye mountains cover me ! ' fhe cry'd . Her trumpet Slander rais'd on high ...
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... blessings o'er her fav'rite isle ! • But fee ! the rifing fun reproves our stay . ' He faid , and to the ocean wing'd his way , Stretching his courfe to climates then unknown , Nations that fwelter in the burning zone . There in ...
... blessings o'er her fav'rite isle ! • But fee ! the rifing fun reproves our stay . ' He faid , and to the ocean wing'd his way , Stretching his courfe to climates then unknown , Nations that fwelter in the burning zone . There in ...
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