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Page 41
My Tongue cannot exprels my Grief for one ; And yet ( quoth she ) behold two
Adons Dead ! My Sighs are blown away , my salt Tears gone ; Minc Eyes are turn'
d to Fire my Heart to Lead Heavy Hearts Lead melt at mine Eyes as Fire : so mall
I ...
My Tongue cannot exprels my Grief for one ; And yet ( quoth she ) behold two
Adons Dead ! My Sighs are blown away , my salt Tears gone ; Minc Eyes are turn'
d to Fire my Heart to Lead Heavy Hearts Lead melt at mine Eyes as Fire : so mall
I ...
Page 97
... pot a Tongue . Poor Instrument ( quoth ( he ) withoat a Sound ! I'll tune thy
Woes with my lamenting Tongue ; And drop tweet Balm in Priam's painted
Wound , G And And rail on Pirrhus , that hath done him Wrong TÀRQUIN aná
LUCREC E. 97.
... pot a Tongue . Poor Instrument ( quoth ( he ) withoat a Sound ! I'll tune thy
Woes with my lamenting Tongue ; And drop tweet Balm in Priam's painted
Wound , G And And rail on Pirrhus , that hath done him Wrong TÀRQUIN aná
LUCREC E. 97.
Page 250
F that the World and Love were young , Aad Troth in every Shepherds Tongue ,
These pretty Pleasures might me move , To live with thee and be thy , Love . Time
drives the Flocks from Field to Fold , When Rivers rage and Rocks grow cold ...
F that the World and Love were young , Aad Troth in every Shepherds Tongue ,
These pretty Pleasures might me move , To live with thee and be thy , Love . Time
drives the Flocks from Field to Fold , When Rivers rage and Rocks grow cold ...
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Contents
Essay on the Art Rise and Progress of the Stage in Greece Rome | i |
The Glossary Ixviü | lxix |
Venus and Adonis | 1 |
Copyright | |
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