Poems by Mr. GrayWilliam Sleater, 1768 - 187 страници |
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... Fame , in the fhape of Mr. P - t , ( By this time all the Parish know it ) , Had told , that thereabouts there lurk'd A wicked Imp they call a Poet , Who Who prowl'd the country far and near , Bewitch'd the 38 A LONG STORY ,
... Fame , in the fhape of Mr. P - t , ( By this time all the Parish know it ) , Had told , that thereabouts there lurk'd A wicked Imp they call a Poet , Who Who prowl'd the country far and near , Bewitch'd the 38 A LONG STORY ,
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... the turbulent fal- lies of the foul . The thoughts are borrowed from the first Pythian Ode of Pindar . + This is a weak imitation of fome incompar- able lines in the fame Ode . I. 3 . Thee the voice , the dance , D 2 A PINDARIC 59 O DE .
... the turbulent fal- lies of the foul . The thoughts are borrowed from the first Pythian Ode of Pindar . + This is a weak imitation of fome incompar- able lines in the fame Ode . I. 3 . Thee the voice , the dance , D 2 A PINDARIC 59 O DE .
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... life , the Mufe was given to Mankind by the fame Providence that fends the Day by its chearful pre- fence to difpel the gloom and terrors of the Night . Her Spectres wan , and Birds of boding cry , D 3 A PINDARIC OD E. 6r.
... life , the Mufe was given to Mankind by the fame Providence that fends the Day by its chearful pre- fence to difpel the gloom and terrors of the Night . Her Spectres wan , and Birds of boding cry , D 3 A PINDARIC OD E. 6r.
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... fame , " And spare the meek || Ufurper's holy head . " Above , below , the $ rofe of snow , " Twin'd with her blushing foe , we spread : " The briftled ¶ Boar , in infant gore , " Wallows beneath the thorny fhade . " Now , * Henry the ...
... fame , " And spare the meek || Ufurper's holy head . " Above , below , the $ rofe of snow , " Twin'd with her blushing foe , we spread : " The briftled ¶ Boar , in infant gore , " Wallows beneath the thorny fhade . " Now , * Henry the ...
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... their years , fpelt by th ' unletter'd mufe , The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy Text around fhe ftrews , That teach the ruftic moralift to die . For 22 . Sollicita quis enim , quis amatæ dulcia Vitæ ELEGY . 143.
... their years , fpelt by th ' unletter'd mufe , The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy Text around fhe ftrews , That teach the ruftic moralift to die . For 22 . Sollicita quis enim , quis amatæ dulcia Vitæ ELEGY . 143.
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