Minor English Poets, 1660-1780: A Selection from Alexander Chalmers' The English Poets, Bind 9David P. French B. Blom, 1967 |
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... once for godlike Brutus , should complain ; Their tresses should they tear , their bosoms beat , And cry lon i - waing in the dolefu ! street . Nor sha't thou , Rome , thy gushing sorrows keep , Though aw'd by Cæsar , an ! forbid to ...
... once for godlike Brutus , should complain ; Their tresses should they tear , their bosoms beat , And cry lon i - waing in the dolefu ! street . Nor sha't thou , Rome , thy gushing sorrows keep , Though aw'd by Cæsar , an ! forbid to ...
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... once they gush amain . Small relics of the mouldering mass were left , At once of substance , as of form bereft ; Dissolv'd , the whole in liquid poison ran , And to a nauseous puddle shrunk the man . Then burst the rigid nerves , the ...
... once they gush amain . Small relics of the mouldering mass were left , At once of substance , as of form bereft ; Dissolv'd , the whole in liquid poison ran , And to a nauseous puddle shrunk the man . Then burst the rigid nerves , the ...
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... once could tempt a god , begiu To grow distorted in an ugly grin . And , lest the supplicating brute might reach The ears of Jove , she was depriv'd of speech : Her surly voice through a hoarse passage camine In savage sounds ; her mind ...
... once could tempt a god , begiu To grow distorted in an ugly grin . And , lest the supplicating brute might reach The ears of Jove , she was depriv'd of speech : Her surly voice through a hoarse passage camine In savage sounds ; her mind ...
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GRAINGERS TRANSLATIONS | 43 |
THE ELEGIES OF TIBULLUS | 123 |
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