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... Head of the Family . " 1871 ... " She is Monarch of all she surveys . " 1874 Enforced Solitude . 1874 . Verses ascribed to Dr. E. V. Kenealy . 1875 The Frozen - out Fox Hunter . The World . 1879 ... ... ... ... WILLIAM COWPER ...
... Head of the Family . " 1871 ... " She is Monarch of all she surveys . " 1874 Enforced Solitude . 1874 . Verses ascribed to Dr. E. V. Kenealy . 1875 The Frozen - out Fox Hunter . The World . 1879 ... ... ... ... WILLIAM COWPER ...
Strona vii
... Head 170 ... 171 171 The Chaunt of the Political Brazen Head . 1882 Plus de Politique . 1832 ... ... 172 A Lyric from Highbury . Pall Mall . 1886 WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED - continued . A Letter of Advice INDEX . vii .
... Head 170 ... 171 171 The Chaunt of the Political Brazen Head . 1882 Plus de Politique . 1832 ... ... 172 A Lyric from Highbury . Pall Mall . 1886 WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED - continued . A Letter of Advice INDEX . vii .
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... head , The calls of business , and domestic cares , Ne'er rouse these sleepers from their downy bed . No chatt'ring females crowd their social fire , No dread have they of discord and of strife ; Unknown the names of husband and of sire ...
... head , The calls of business , and domestic cares , Ne'er rouse these sleepers from their downy bed . No chatt'ring females crowd their social fire , No dread have they of discord and of strife ; Unknown the names of husband and of sire ...
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... head so high , " To wait the frequent christening was he wont " And frown upon the Clerk that babbled by . " Oft in yon pulpit , smiling as in scorn , " Muttering his uncouth doctrines would he preach , " Now drooping , woeful , wan ...
... head so high , " To wait the frequent christening was he wont " And frown upon the Clerk that babbled by . " Oft in yon pulpit , smiling as in scorn , " Muttering his uncouth doctrines would he preach , " Now drooping , woeful , wan ...
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... head , Some trade , by which he might have known to earn With honest industry , his daily bread , False pride forbade ; nor to himself alone , Confines his views , but to his son extends ; Forbade the youth , to quirks already prone ...
... head , Some trade , by which he might have known to earn With honest industry , his daily bread , False pride forbade ; nor to himself alone , Confines his views , but to his son extends ; Forbade the youth , to quirks already prone ...
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