Moore. Cawthorne. Collins. Dyer. Shenstone. Mallet. Akenside. Gray. Littleton. GayA. Miller, 1800 |
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... say ) Stood by , and fav'd him in the fray . By her affifted , and one Truth , A bufy ,. prating , forward youth , He rally'd all his strength anew , And at the foe a Letter threw † : His weakest part the weapon found , And brought him ...
... say ) Stood by , and fav'd him in the fray . By her affifted , and one Truth , A bufy ,. prating , forward youth , He rally'd all his strength anew , And at the foe a Letter threw † : His weakest part the weapon found , And brought him ...
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... says , " He hopes he'll give up Richard . " But then it tickles me to fee , " In Haftings , such a shrimp as he " Attempt ... say , A very Sir John Brute all day , And Fribble all the night . XIII . > " But tell me , fair ones , is it fo ...
... says , " He hopes he'll give up Richard . " But then it tickles me to fee , " In Haftings , such a shrimp as he " Attempt ... say , A very Sir John Brute all day , And Fribble all the night . XIII . > " But tell me , fair ones , is it fo ...
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... SAY A MRS . TALE . то GARRICK . AYS Envy to Fortune , " Soft , foft , Madam Flirt ! " Not fo faft with your wheel ... Says Fortune , and smil'd , “ Madam Envy , God fave ye ! " But why always fneering at me and poor Davy ? I own that ...
... SAY A MRS . TALE . то GARRICK . AYS Envy to Fortune , " Soft , foft , Madam Flirt ! " Not fo faft with your wheel ... Says Fortune , and smil'd , “ Madam Envy , God fave ye ! " But why always fneering at me and poor Davy ? I own that ...
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... Decider of the grand debate . The Pye , to truft and pow'r preferr'd , Demands permiffion to be heard . Says he , Prolixity of phrafe You know I hate . С This libel fays , " Some birds there are , who , prone to MOORE'S 9 POEMS .
... Decider of the grand debate . The Pye , to truft and pow'r preferr'd , Demands permiffion to be heard . Says he , Prolixity of phrafe You know I hate . С This libel fays , " Some birds there are , who , prone to MOORE'S 9 POEMS .
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... say ? Nay then ' tis time ; SIXT Another year deftroys your prime . But ftay - The fettlement ! That's made . " Why then's my fimple girl afraid ? Yet hold a moment , you can , And heedfully the fable fcan . THE hades were fled , the ...
... say ? Nay then ' tis time ; SIXT Another year deftroys your prime . But ftay - The fettlement ! That's made . " Why then's my fimple girl afraid ? Yet hold a moment , you can , And heedfully the fable fcan . THE hades were fled , the ...
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