The Art of English Poetry, 1702, Volumes 1-3 |
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Page 207
... Hearts are not their own Hearts , Dryd . Nor Lights , nor Lungs , and fo forth downwards . Hud . Falling in Love . I ... Heart did ever feel ! It rufh'd upon me like a mighty Stream ,. And bore me in a Moment far from Shore ! I've lov'd ...
... Hearts are not their own Hearts , Dryd . Nor Lights , nor Lungs , and fo forth downwards . Hud . Falling in Love . I ... Heart did ever feel ! It rufh'd upon me like a mighty Stream ,. And bore me in a Moment far from Shore ! I've lov'd ...
Page 211
... Heart of Perjury in Maids , Let it be faid as falfe Creffida . Go bid the Needle his Dear North forfake , To which with trembling Rev'rence it does bend ; Go bid the Stones a Journey upward make ; Go bid th ' ambitious Flame no more ...
... Heart of Perjury in Maids , Let it be faid as falfe Creffida . Go bid the Needle his Dear North forfake , To which with trembling Rev'rence it does bend ; Go bid the Stones a Journey upward make ; Go bid th ' ambitious Flame no more ...
Page 214
... Heart ; He fhouts and triumphs there , And all his Cry is Death or Bellamira ! O Expectation burns me ! Heart ! how the inflames me ! Let's talk no more of War ; for now my Theme's all Love ! The War , like Winter , vanishes ; ' tis ...
... Heart ; He fhouts and triumphs there , And all his Cry is Death or Bellamira ! O Expectation burns me ! Heart ! how the inflames me ! Let's talk no more of War ; for now my Theme's all Love ! The War , like Winter , vanishes ; ' tis ...
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