Moore. Cawthorne. Collins. Dyer. Shenstone. Mallet. Akenside. Gray. Littleton. GayA. Miller, 1800 |
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... Rage are there , And Faction tainting all the air , And pois'ning every spring . VIII . Long through the sky's wide pathless way The mufe obferv'd the wand'rer stray , And mark'd her last retreat ; O'er Surrey's barren heaths she flew ...
... Rage are there , And Faction tainting all the air , And pois'ning every spring . VIII . Long through the sky's wide pathless way The mufe obferv'd the wand'rer stray , And mark'd her last retreat ; O'er Surrey's barren heaths she flew ...
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... rage Of angry war fhall beat . XV . And grieve not if the fons of Strife Attempt to cloud thy fpotlefs life , And fhade its brightest scenes ; Wretches , by kindness unfubdu'd , Who fee , who share the common good , Yet cavil at the ...
... rage Of angry war fhall beat . XV . And grieve not if the fons of Strife Attempt to cloud thy fpotlefs life , And fhade its brightest scenes ; Wretches , by kindness unfubdu'd , Who fee , who share the common good , Yet cavil at the ...
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... Rage are there , And Faction tainting all the air , And pois'ning every spring . VIII . Long through the sky's wide pathlefs way The mufe obferv'd the wand'rer stray , And mark'd her last retreat ; O'er Surrey's barren heaths she flew ...
... Rage are there , And Faction tainting all the air , And pois'ning every spring . VIII . Long through the sky's wide pathlefs way The mufe obferv'd the wand'rer stray , And mark'd her last retreat ; O'er Surrey's barren heaths she flew ...
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... rage Of angry war shall beat . XV . And grieve not if the sons of Strife Attempt to cloud thy fpotlefs life , And fhade its brightest fceries ; Wretches , by kindness unfubdu'd , Who fee , who fhare the common good , Yet cavil at the ...
... rage Of angry war shall beat . XV . And grieve not if the sons of Strife Attempt to cloud thy fpotlefs life , And fhade its brightest fceries ; Wretches , by kindness unfubdu'd , Who fee , who fhare the common good , Yet cavil at the ...
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... rage , he cry'd ) . The gentle virtue of a bride ? That , leagu'd with man's destroying race She fets her husband for the chace ? By treach'ry prompts the noify hound To fcent his footsteps on the ground ? Thou trait'refs vile ! for ...
... rage , he cry'd ) . The gentle virtue of a bride ? That , leagu'd with man's destroying race She fets her husband for the chace ? By treach'ry prompts the noify hound To fcent his footsteps on the ground ? Thou trait'refs vile ! for ...
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