A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley]. [2 other copies of vols. 5,6].1765 |
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... tis useless to excel ; " Where none are Beaus , ' tis vain to be a Belle : 66 Beauty , like wit , to judges should be shewn ; " Both most are valu'd where they best are known . B 4 " With " With every grace of nature , or of art ( 23 )
... tis useless to excel ; " Where none are Beaus , ' tis vain to be a Belle : 66 Beauty , like wit , to judges should be shewn ; " Both most are valu'd where they best are known . B 4 " With " With every grace of nature , or of art ( 23 )
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... best , Whofe holy flames with energy divine The virtuous heart enliven and improve , The conjugal and the maternal love . VI . Sweet babes , who , like the little playful fawns , Were wont to trip along these verdant lawns By your ...
... best , Whofe holy flames with energy divine The virtuous heart enliven and improve , The conjugal and the maternal love . VI . Sweet babes , who , like the little playful fawns , Were wont to trip along these verdant lawns By your ...
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... And charm away the sense of pain : Nor did fhe crown your mutual flame With pledges dear , and with a father's tender name . XVI . O best of wives ! O dearer far XVI . O ( 93 ) Was fpread the fame of thy difaftrous love; ...
... And charm away the sense of pain : Nor did fhe crown your mutual flame With pledges dear , and with a father's tender name . XVI . O best of wives ! O dearer far XVI . O ( 93 ) Was fpread the fame of thy difaftrous love; ...
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Collection Robert Dodsley. XVI . O best of wives ! O dearer far to me Than when thy virgin charms Were yielded to my arms , How can my foul endure the lofs of thee ? How in the world to me a defart ... best relief In every other grief ( 94 )
Collection Robert Dodsley. XVI . O best of wives ! O dearer far to me Than when thy virgin charms Were yielded to my arms , How can my foul endure the lofs of thee ? How in the world to me a defart ... best relief In every other grief ( 94 )
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Collection Robert Dodsley. My books , the best relief In every other grief , Are now with your idea fadden'd all : Each fav'rite author we together read My tortur'd mem'ry wounds , and speaks of Lucy dead . XVIII . We were the happiest ...
Collection Robert Dodsley. My books , the best relief In every other grief , Are now with your idea fadden'd all : Each fav'rite author we together read My tortur'd mem'ry wounds , and speaks of Lucy dead . XVIII . We were the happiest ...
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