The Cat-fight: A Mock Heroic Poem. Supported with Copious Extracts from Ancient and Modern Classic Authors ...1824 - Cats - 276 pages |
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... bear His lance in fight , and dart the flying spear : But better skill'd unerring shafts to send . Beside him stood Euryalus his friend , Euryalus , than whom the Trojan host No fairer face nor sweeter air could boast ; Scarce had the ...
... bear His lance in fight , and dart the flying spear : But better skill'd unerring shafts to send . Beside him stood Euryalus his friend , Euryalus , than whom the Trojan host No fairer face nor sweeter air could boast ; Scarce had the ...
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... bear my mangled body from the foe , Or buy it back , and fun'ral rites bestow , Or , if hard fortune shall those dues deny , Thou canst at least an empty tomb supply . O let not me the widow's tears renew ; Nor let a mother's curse my ...
... bear my mangled body from the foe , Or buy it back , and fun'ral rites bestow , Or , if hard fortune shall those dues deny , Thou canst at least an empty tomb supply . O let not me the widow's tears renew ; Nor let a mother's curse my ...
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... this right - hand , and conscious night , I swear , My soul so sad a farewell could not bear . Be you her comfort ; fill my vacant place- ( Permit me to presume so great a grace ; ) That savour'd more of war than peace ; Eer he 42.
... this right - hand , and conscious night , I swear , My soul so sad a farewell could not bear . Be you her comfort ; fill my vacant place- ( Permit me to presume so great a grace ; ) That savour'd more of war than peace ; Eer he 42.
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... bear ; But from his covert rush'd in open view , And sent his voice before him as he flew ; " Me ! me ! " he cry'd- " turn all your swords alone On me - the fact confess'd , the fault my own . He neither could nor durst , the guiltless ...
... bear ; But from his covert rush'd in open view , And sent his voice before him as he flew ; " Me ! me ! " he cry'd- " turn all your swords alone On me - the fact confess'd , the fault my own . He neither could nor durst , the guiltless ...
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... bears The mournful message to the mother's ears . An icy cold benumbs her limbs : she shakes : Her cheeks the blood , her hand the web forsakes . She runs the rampires round amidst the war , Nor fears the flying darts : she rends her ...
... bears The mournful message to the mother's ears . An icy cold benumbs her limbs : she shakes : Her cheeks the blood , her hand the web forsakes . She runs the rampires round amidst the war , Nor fears the flying darts : she rends her ...
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