The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Volume 15Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1819 |
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Page 167
... Columbo dead : Come , all ye winged lovers , come , Drop pinks and daisies on his tomb ; Sing , Philomel , his funeral verse , Ye pious Redbreasts , deck his hearse ; Fair Swans , extend your dying throats , Columbo's death requires ...
... Columbo dead : Come , all ye winged lovers , come , Drop pinks and daisies on his tomb ; Sing , Philomel , his funeral verse , Ye pious Redbreasts , deck his hearse ; Fair Swans , extend your dying throats , Columbo's death requires ...
Page 168
... Columbo , dead and gone . Stretch'd on the bier Columbo lies , Pale are his cheeks , and clos'd his eyes ; Those cheeks , where Beauty smiling lay , Those eyes , where Love was us❜d to play ; Ah ! cruel Fate , alas ! how soon That ...
... Columbo , dead and gone . Stretch'd on the bier Columbo lies , Pale are his cheeks , and clos'd his eyes ; Those cheeks , where Beauty smiling lay , Those eyes , where Love was us❜d to play ; Ah ! cruel Fate , alas ! how soon That ...
Page 169
... Columbo and Adonis died . ' Weep , all ye Streams , ye Mountains , groan ; I mourn Columbo , dead and gone ; Still let my tender grief complain , Nor day nor night that grief restrain ; I said , and Venus still replied , ' Columbo and ...
... Columbo and Adonis died . ' Weep , all ye Streams , ye Mountains , groan ; I mourn Columbo , dead and gone ; Still let my tender grief complain , Nor day nor night that grief restrain ; I said , and Venus still replied , ' Columbo and ...
Page 171
... Columbo dead , My hopes bereav'd , my pleasures fled ; I therefore must for ever moan My dear Columbo , dead and gone . S. Columbo never sees your tears , Your cries Columbo never hears ; A wall of brass , and one of lead , Divide the ...
... Columbo dead , My hopes bereav'd , my pleasures fled ; I therefore must for ever moan My dear Columbo , dead and gone . S. Columbo never sees your tears , Your cries Columbo never hears ; A wall of brass , and one of lead , Divide the ...
Page 172
... Columbo , dead and gone . S. Our winged friends , through all the grove , Contemn thy mad excess of love : I tell thee , Dame , the other day I met a parrot and a jay , Who mock'd thee in their mimic tone , And wept Columbo , dead and ...
... Columbo , dead and gone . S. Our winged friends , through all the grove , Contemn thy mad excess of love : I tell thee , Dame , the other day I met a parrot and a jay , Who mock'd thee in their mimic tone , And wept Columbo , dead and ...
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