The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 9Robert Anderson Arch, 1795 |
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... tears , And with fuch fcanty wages pay The bondage and the flavery of years . Let the vain fex dream on ; the empire comes from And , had they common generofity , [ us , They would not ufe us thus . Well - though you've rais'd her to ...
... tears , And with fuch fcanty wages pay The bondage and the flavery of years . Let the vain fex dream on ; the empire comes from And , had they common generofity , [ us , They would not ufe us thus . Well - though you've rais'd her to ...
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... tears adown a wrinkled cheek , Like rain along a blade of leek ; And this you call your fweet meander , Which might be fuck'd up by a gander , Could he but force his nether bill To fcoop the channel of the rill : For fure you'd make a ...
... tears adown a wrinkled cheek , Like rain along a blade of leek ; And this you call your fweet meander , Which might be fuck'd up by a gander , Could he but force his nether bill To fcoop the channel of the rill : For fure you'd make a ...
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... tears : Although ' tis eaty to defcry She wants afliftance more than I ; Yet feems to feel my pains alone , And is a Stoic in her own . When , among scholars , can we find So foft , and yet to firm a mind ? All accidents of life ...
... tears : Although ' tis eaty to defcry She wants afliftance more than I ; Yet feems to feel my pains alone , And is a Stoic in her own . When , among scholars , can we find So foft , and yet to firm a mind ? All accidents of life ...
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... tears flow down in ftreams ; There's nought fo beautiful in thee , But you may find the fame in me . The lilies of thy fkin compare ; In me you fee them full as white . The roses of your cheeks , I dare Affirm , can't glow to more ...
... tears flow down in ftreams ; There's nought fo beautiful in thee , But you may find the fame in me . The lilies of thy fkin compare ; In me you fee them full as white . The roses of your cheeks , I dare Affirm , can't glow to more ...
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... tears of falt - water ; For fo fad a tale is no fubject of laughter . Meath fmiles for the jointure , though gotten fo late ; The fon laughs , that got the hard - gotten eftate ; And Caffe grins , for getting the Alicant plate . Here ...
... tears of falt - water ; For fo fad a tale is no fubject of laughter . Meath fmiles for the jointure , though gotten fo late ; The fon laughs , that got the hard - gotten eftate ; And Caffe grins , for getting the Alicant plate . Here ...
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