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Page 138
Changed to a bird , and sent to flit in air , She dearly pays for Nisus ' injured hair ! But when to mischief mortals bend their will , How soon they find fit instruments of ill ! Just then , Clarissa drew with tempting grace A two ...
Changed to a bird , and sent to flit in air , She dearly pays for Nisus ' injured hair ! But when to mischief mortals bend their will , How soon they find fit instruments of ill ! Just then , Clarissa drew with tempting grace A two ...
Page 140
Gods ! shall the ravisher display your hair , While the fops envy , and the ladies stare ? Honour forbid ! at whose unrivalled shrine Ease , pleasure , virtue , all our sex resign . Methinks already I your tears survey , Already hear ...
Gods ! shall the ravisher display your hair , While the fops envy , and the ladies stare ? Honour forbid ! at whose unrivalled shrine Ease , pleasure , virtue , all our sex resign . Methinks already I your tears survey , Already hear ...
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Yeats And he saw how the reeds grew dark At the coming of night - tide , And dreamed of the long dim hair Of Bridget his bride . He heard while he sang and dreamed A piper piping away , And never was piping so sad , And never was piping ...
Yeats And he saw how the reeds grew dark At the coming of night - tide , And dreamed of the long dim hair Of Bridget his bride . He heard while he sang and dreamed A piper piping away , And never was piping so sad , And never was piping ...
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