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...What Mourner ever felt poetic Fires ! Slow comes the Verfe that real Woe infpires : Grief unafiecled fuits but ill with Art, Or flowing Numbers with a...Heart. Can I forget the difmal Night that gave My Soul's beft Part for ever to the Grave ! How filent did his old Companions tread, By mid-night Lamps,...

...mourner ever felt poetic fire* ! Slow comes the verfe, that real woe infpires : i Grief unaffected fuits but ill with art, Or flowing numbers with a bleeding heart. . Mr. Tickell's works are printed in the fecond volume of the Minor Poets, and he is by far the moft...

...What mourner ever felt poetick fires ! Slow comes the verfe, that real woe infpires : Grief unaffefted fuits but ill with art, Or flowing numbers with a...that gave My foul's beft part for-ever to the grave ! Hew filent did his old companions tread, By mid-night lamps, the manfions of the dead, Thro' breathing...

..."What mourner ever felt poetic fires ! Slow comes the verfe, that real woe infpires : Grief unaffected fuits but ill with art, Or flowing numbers with a...that gave My foul's beft part for-ever to the grave ! Ho\r • How filent did his old companions tread, By midnight lamps, the manfions of the dead, Thro'...

...What mourner ever felt poetic fires ! Slow comes the verfe, that real woe infpires : Grief unaffected fuits but ill with art, Or flowing numbers with a...forget the difmal night, that gave My foul's beft part for ever to the grave ! How filent did his old companions tread, By mid-night lamps, the manfions of...

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...What mourner ever felt poetic fires ! Slow comes the verfe, that real woe infpires : Grief unaffected fuits but ill with art, Or flowing numbers with a bleeding heart. Can I forget the'difmal night, that gave My foul's beft part for ever to the grave ! How filent did his old companions...

...What mourner ever felt poetic fires ! Slow comes the verfe that real woe infpires ; Grief unaffected fuits but ill with art, \ Or flowing numbers with...bleeding heart. Can I forget the difmal night, that gaveMy foul's beft part for ever to the grave ! How filent did his old companions tread, By midnight...

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