Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry, Tomy 5-6J. Bell, 1789 |
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... write , As foplings grin to show their teeth are white : To brand a doubtful folly with a smile , Or madly blaze unknown defects , is vile : ' Tis doubly vile , when but to prove your art , You fix an arrow in a blameless heart . O lost ...
... write , As foplings grin to show their teeth are white : To brand a doubtful folly with a smile , Or madly blaze unknown defects , is vile : ' Tis doubly vile , when but to prove your art , You fix an arrow in a blameless heart . O lost ...
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... write , Not what was once , but what is now polite . Those who of courtly France have made the tour , Can scarce our English aukwardness endure . But honest men who never were abroad , Like England only , and its Taste applaud . Strife ...
... write , Not what was once , but what is now polite . Those who of courtly France have made the tour , Can scarce our English aukwardness endure . But honest men who never were abroad , Like England only , and its Taste applaud . Strife ...
Strona 65
... Writing , ne'er cramp'd the sinews of my thumb , Nor barbarous birch e'er brush'd my tender bum . My guts ne'er suffer'd from a college cook , My name ne'er enter'd in a buttery - book . Grammar in vain the sons of Priscian teach , Good ...
... Writing , ne'er cramp'd the sinews of my thumb , Nor barbarous birch e'er brush'd my tender bum . My guts ne'er suffer'd from a college cook , My name ne'er enter'd in a buttery - book . Grammar in vain the sons of Priscian teach , Good ...
Strona 66
... write blank ; but know that for that reason , These lines shall live when thine are out of season , Rhyme binds and beautifies the poet's lays , As London ladies owe their shape to stays . Had Cibber's self the Careless Husband wrote ...
... write blank ; but know that for that reason , These lines shall live when thine are out of season , Rhyme binds and beautifies the poet's lays , As London ladies owe their shape to stays . Had Cibber's self the Careless Husband wrote ...
Strona 68
... writes , or Roberts prints . I know the town , all houses I have seen , From High - Park corner down to Bednal - Green . Sure wretched Wren was taught by bungling Jones , To murder mortar , and disfigure stones ! Who in Whitehall can ...
... writes , or Roberts prints . I know the town , all houses I have seen , From High - Park corner down to Bednal - Green . Sure wretched Wren was taught by bungling Jones , To murder mortar , and disfigure stones ! Who in Whitehall can ...
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