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" I had hope to spend, Quiet though sad, the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both. O flowers That never will in other climate grow... "
Lectures on Rhetoric and Belles Lettres - Page 416
by Hugh Blair - 1787
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Paradise Lost: In Twelve Parts. Night Thoughts on Life, Death and ...

John Milton, Edward Young - 1848 - 600 pages
...Fit haunt of Gods ? where I had hope to spend, Quiet though sad. the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both. O flowers, That never will in other climate grow, My early visitation, and my last 27!> At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud,...
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Lectures on the English Poets

William Hazlitt - 1849 - 290 pages
...Fit haunt of Gods 1 Where I had hope to spend, Quiet, though sad, the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both. O flowers, That never will in other climate grow, My early visitation and my last At even, which I bred- up with tender hand From the first opening bud, and gave...
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Poetry for schools

Frederick Charles Cook - 1849 - 144 pages
...Fit haunt of gods ? where I had hope to spend, Quiet though sad, the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both. O flowers, That never will in other climate grow, My early visitation, and my last At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud, and gave...
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Paradise Lost: In Twelve Parts

John Milton - 1849 - 650 pages
...Fit haunt of Gods ? where I had hope to spend, Quiet though sad, the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both. O flowers, That never will in other climate grow, My early visitation, and my last 27!ยป At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud,...
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Selections from the Spectator, Tatler, Guardian, and Freeholder, Volume 2

Mrs. Barbauld (Anna Letitia) - 1849 - 484 pages
...Fit haunt of gods ? where I had hope to spend, Quiet though sad, the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both ! O flowers, That never will in other climate grow, My early visitation, aud my last At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud, and gave...
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Composition, literary and rhetorical, simplified

rev. David Williams (M.A.) - 1850 - 162 pages
...Fit haunt of Gods! where I had hopes to spend, Quiet, though sad, the respite of that day Which must be mortal to us both. O flowers! That never will in other climate grow, My early visitation, and my last At ev'n, which I bred up with tender hand, From your first op'ning buds, and...
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Beauties of the British Poets ...

George Croly - 1850 - 442 pages
...shades, Fit haunt of gods? where I had hope to spend, Quiet though sad, the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both. O Flowers, That never will in other climate grow, My earlv visitation and my last At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud,...
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Selections from the British Poets: Chronologically Arranged from Chaucer to ...

1851 - 496 pages
...Fit haunt of gods ? where I had hoped to spend, Quiet though sad, the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both. O flowers, That never will in other climate grow, My early visitation, and my last At eve, which I bred up with tender hand, From the first op'ning bud, and gave...
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The Literature and the Literary Men of Great Britain and Ireland, Volume 1

Abraham Mills - 1851 - 602 pages
...Fit haunt of gods 1 where I had hoped to spend, Quiet, though sad, the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both. O flowers! That never will in other climate grow, My early visitation, and my last At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud, and gave...
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The Poetical Works of John Milton, Volume 2

John Milton, John Mitford - 1851 - 450 pages
...had hope to fpend, Quiet though fad, the refpit of that day That muft be mortal to us both. O flours, That never will in other Climate grow, My early vifitation, and my laft At Eev'n, which I bred up with tender hand From the firft op'ning bud, and gave ye Names, Who now fhall...
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