The Poetical Works of Robert Lloyd, A. M.: To which is Prefixed an Account of the Life and Writings of the Author, Том 2T. Evans, 1774 |
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... say ) Study their fourteen hours a - day , And fquatting close , with dull attention , Read themselves out of apprehenfion ; Who fcarce can wash their hands or face , For fear of lofing time , or place , And give one hour to meat and ...
... say ) Study their fourteen hours a - day , And fquatting close , with dull attention , Read themselves out of apprehenfion ; Who fcarce can wash their hands or face , For fear of lofing time , or place , And give one hour to meat and ...
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... say ? —O ! fine ! " The very Thing ! Bravo ! Divine ! " And then ' tis buzz'd from Route to Route , While ladies whisper it about , " Well , I proteft , a charming hit ! " His Lerdfhip has a deal of wit . " How elegant that double sense ...
... say ? —O ! fine ! " The very Thing ! Bravo ! Divine ! " And then ' tis buzz'd from Route to Route , While ladies whisper it about , " Well , I proteft , a charming hit ! " His Lerdfhip has a deal of wit . " How elegant that double sense ...
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... say , For not behaving as she ought , And driving honeft folks away ? Upon my word , it fhocks me much , -But there's fuch thieving here of late →→→ Not that I dream'd that you were fuch , When you came knocking at my gate . I must ...
... say , For not behaving as she ought , And driving honeft folks away ? Upon my word , it fhocks me much , -But there's fuch thieving here of late →→→ Not that I dream'd that you were fuch , When you came knocking at my gate . I must ...
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... Says actors all are hellish imps , And managers the devil's pimps . He knows not what he fets about ; Puts on his furplice infide out , Miftakes the leffons in the church , Or leaves a collect in the lurch ; And t'other day - God help ...
... Says actors all are hellish imps , And managers the devil's pimps . He knows not what he fets about ; Puts on his furplice infide out , Miftakes the leffons in the church , Or leaves a collect in the lurch ; And t'other day - God help ...
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... say , But I am fent exprefs away , To fetch the squire's three children down TO TISSINGTON from DERBY town ; And ALLEN fays he'll mend my rhime , When e'er I write a fecond time . THE THE COBLER OF CRIPPLEGATE'S LETTER то ROBERT LLOYD ...
... say , But I am fent exprefs away , To fetch the squire's three children down TO TISSINGTON from DERBY town ; And ALLEN fays he'll mend my rhime , When e'er I write a fecond time . THE THE COBLER OF CRIPPLEGATE'S LETTER то ROBERT LLOYD ...
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againſt Apollo AUTHOR Bard beſt bleft breaſt charms claffic cloſe dame decus Delos dreft dull dunce e'en eaſe eaſy erft ev'ry eyes facred faid fame fancy fatire feek fenfe fhall fhew fhine fhould fibi filk fimple firſt fkies flame fmile fober foes folks fome fons fool foul ftill ftrive ftrong fuch fure genius grace hæc hate heart himſelf honeft inglorius Juft king laft Latona lyre meaſure mighty mind moft moſt mufe muft Muſe muſt numbers nymph o'er Phoebus pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure poet poet's pow'r praiſe profe purſue Quæ quam raiſe reaſon rhime rhyme rife ROBERT LLOYD ſcheme ſeen ſenſe ſhall ſhe ſhow ſkill ſpeak ſpread ſpring ſtate ſtrength Tafte taſte tell thee theſe things thoſe thou thouſand thro throne Tuque uſeful verfe verſe waſte whofe Whoſe wife wiſh woes wond'rous word wou'd write yourſelf
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