The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 20Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... cries - Athens ; honeft Truth - Moorfields . Thus fool'd , he flounces on through floods of ink ; Flags with full - fail ; and rifes but to fink . Some venal pens fo prostitute the bays , Their panegyrics lafh ; their fatires praise ...
... cries - Athens ; honeft Truth - Moorfields . Thus fool'd , he flounces on through floods of ink ; Flags with full - fail ; and rifes but to fink . Some venal pens fo prostitute the bays , Their panegyrics lafh ; their fatires praise ...
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... cries ; Or fome fair daughter of the distant skics ; That , in compaflion , leave your crystal sphere , To guard some favour'd charge , and wander here : Slight not my fuit , nor too ungentle prove ; But pity one , a novice yet in love ...
... cries ; Or fome fair daughter of the distant skics ; That , in compaflion , leave your crystal sphere , To guard some favour'd charge , and wander here : Slight not my fuit , nor too ungentle prove ; But pity one , a novice yet in love ...
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... Or fhade the golden luftre of her fire . In filthy fogs fhe hides the chearful noon ; The guard at diftance , and the youth alone : By thofe fair eyes , the cries , and every K 3 Be OVID'S METAMORPHOSES . Book XIV . 133.
... Or fhade the golden luftre of her fire . In filthy fogs fhe hides the chearful noon ; The guard at diftance , and the youth alone : By thofe fair eyes , the cries , and every K 3 Be OVID'S METAMORPHOSES . Book XIV . 133.
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With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical Samuel Johnson. By thofe fair eyes , the cries , and every grace That finish all the wonders of your face , Oh ! I conjure thee , hear a queen complain ; Nor let the fun's soft lineage fue in vain ...
With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical Samuel Johnson. By thofe fair eyes , the cries , and every grace That finish all the wonders of your face , Oh ! I conjure thee , hear a queen complain ; Nor let the fun's soft lineage fue in vain ...
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... began To feel his fellow's brows , and find the man . Cippus then shakes his garland off , and cries , The wretch you want , I offer to your eyes . The The anxious throng look'd down , and , fad in OVID'S METAMORPHOSES . 153 BOOK XV .
... began To feel his fellow's brows , and find the man . Cippus then shakes his garland off , and cries , The wretch you want , I offer to your eyes . The The anxious throng look'd down , and , fad in OVID'S METAMORPHOSES . 153 BOOK XV .
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