The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Tom 9Robert Anderson Arch, 1795 |
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... those ceremonies which custom has established as the barriers between one order of fociety and another . This tranfgreffion of regularity was , by himself and his admirers , termed greatnefs of foul . But a great mind difdains to hold ...
... those ceremonies which custom has established as the barriers between one order of fociety and another . This tranfgreffion of regularity was , by himself and his admirers , termed greatnefs of foul . But a great mind difdains to hold ...
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... those Carrots under a Hill § . EPIGRAM EXTEMPORE , BY DR . SWIFT . ON Britain Europe's safety lies ; Britain is loft if Harley dies : Harley depends upon your skill ; Think what you fave , or what you kill . EPIGRAM . 1712 . As Thomas ...
... those Carrots under a Hill § . EPIGRAM EXTEMPORE , BY DR . SWIFT . ON Britain Europe's safety lies ; Britain is loft if Harley dies : Harley depends upon your skill ; Think what you fave , or what you kill . EPIGRAM . 1712 . As Thomas ...
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... Those Romans were too wife to think on't , Except to lafh fome grand delinquent . How would they blush to hear it said , The Prætor broke the Conful's head ! Or Conful , in his purple gown , Came up , and knock'd the Prætor down ! Come ...
... Those Romans were too wife to think on't , Except to lafh fome grand delinquent . How would they blush to hear it said , The Prætor broke the Conful's head ! Or Conful , in his purple gown , Came up , and knock'd the Prætor down ! Come ...
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... Those darts which never fail ; and in their stead Convey'ft malignant arrows tipt with lead : The heedlefs God , fufpecting no deceits , Shoots on , and thinks he has done wondrous feats : But the poor nymph who feels her vitals burn ...
... Those darts which never fail ; and in their stead Convey'ft malignant arrows tipt with lead : The heedlefs God , fufpecting no deceits , Shoots on , and thinks he has done wondrous feats : But the poor nymph who feels her vitals burn ...
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... those with whom I now converfe ; Without a tear will tend my herfe . Remov'd from kind Arbuthnot's aid , Who knows his art , but not his trade , Preferring his regard for me Before his credit or his fce . Some formal vifits , looks ...
... those with whom I now converfe ; Without a tear will tend my herfe . Remov'd from kind Arbuthnot's aid , Who knows his art , but not his trade , Preferring his regard for me Before his credit or his fce . Some formal vifits , looks ...
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Strona 512 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! TO MERCY.
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Strona 367 - Sleep, my babe; thy food and raiment, House and home, thy friends provide; All without thy care or payment: All thy wants are well supplied. How much better thou'rt attended Than the Son of God could be, When from heaven He descended And became a child like thee! Soft and easy is thy cradle: Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay, When His birthplace was a stable And His softest bed was hay.
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