The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper;: Cowley, Denham, MiltonAlexander Chalmers, Samuel Johnson J. Johnson; J. Nichols and son; R. Baldwin; F. and C. Rivington; W. Otridge and Son; Leigh and Sotheby; R. Faulder and Son; G. Nicol and Son; T. Payne; G. Robinson; Wilkie and Robinson; C. Davies; T. Egerton; Scatcherd and Letterman; J. Walker; Vernor, Hood, and Sharpe; R. Lea; J. Nunn; Lackington, Allen, and Company; J. Stockdale; Cuthell and Martin; Clarke and Sons; J. White and Company; Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme; Cadell and Davies; J. Barker; John Richardson; J.M. Richardson; J. Carpenter; B. Crosby; E. Jeffery; J. Murray; W. Miller; J. and A. Arch; Black, Parry, and Kingsbury; J. Booker; S. Bagster; J. Harding; J. Mackinlay; J. Hatchard; R.H. Evans; Matthews and Leigh; J. Mawman; J. Booth; J. Asperne; P. and W. Wynne; and W. Grace, Deighton and Son at Cambridge; and Wilson and Son at York, 1810 |
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... blood would carry thee too far , Young as thou wert to dangers , raw to war . O curst essay of arms , disastrous doom , Prelude of bloody fields and fights to come ! Hard elements of unauspicious war , Vain vows to Heaven , and ...
... blood would carry thee too far , Young as thou wert to dangers , raw to war . O curst essay of arms , disastrous doom , Prelude of bloody fields and fights to come ! Hard elements of unauspicious war , Vain vows to Heaven , and ...
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... blood the thirsty ground doth dye ; But live thou happier than thy love hath done , And when I'm dead , think sometime upon me ! More my short time permits me not to tell , For now Death seizeth me ; my dear , fare- well ! " As soon as ...
... blood the thirsty ground doth dye ; But live thou happier than thy love hath done , And when I'm dead , think sometime upon me ! More my short time permits me not to tell , For now Death seizeth me ; my dear , fare- well ! " As soon as ...
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... blood : Swifter than thought , sweet Thisbe strait begins To fly from him ; fear gave her swallows ' wings . As she ... blood shall wash away that shame : Since she is dead , whose beauty doth exceed All that frail man can either hear or ...
... blood : Swifter than thought , sweet Thisbe strait begins To fly from him ; fear gave her swallows ' wings . As she ... blood shall wash away that shame : Since she is dead , whose beauty doth exceed All that frail man can either hear or ...
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... blood had dropt upon the mulberries ; With which th ' unspotted berries stained were , And ever since with red they colour'd are . At last fair Thisbe left the den , for fear Of disappointing Pyramus , since she Was bound by promise for ...
... blood had dropt upon the mulberries ; With which th ' unspotted berries stained were , And ever since with red they colour'd are . At last fair Thisbe left the den , for fear Of disappointing Pyramus , since she Was bound by promise for ...
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... blood can fill , And Envy , never satisfy'd with ill : Thither blind Boldness , and impatient Rage , Resorted , with Death's neighbour , envious Age . These , to oppress the Earth , the Furies sent " : The council thus dissolv'd , an ...
... blood can fill , And Envy , never satisfy'd with ill : Thither blind Boldness , and impatient Rage , Resorted , with Death's neighbour , envious Age . These , to oppress the Earth , the Furies sent " : The council thus dissolv'd , an ...
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