Moore. Cawthorne. Collins. Dyer. Shenstone. Mallet. Akenside. Gray. Littleton. GaySamuel Johnson A. Miller, 1800 |
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... FABLES FOR THE LADIES . FOR THE FABLE I. To thefe , detefting praife , I write , And vent , in charity , my fpite . TO HER ROYAL HIGHNESS ΤΗΣ PRINCESS OF T HE moral lay , to beauty due , WALES . I write , Fair Excellence , to you ; Well ...
... FABLES FOR THE LADIES . FOR THE FABLE I. To thefe , detefting praife , I write , And vent , in charity , my fpite . TO HER ROYAL HIGHNESS ΤΗΣ PRINCESS OF T HE moral lay , to beauty due , WALES . I write , Fair Excellence , to you ; Well ...
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... FABLE II . THE PANTHER , THE HORSE , AND OTHER BEASTS . " HE man , who seeks to win the fair , TH ( So custom fays ) must truth forbear ; Muft fawn and flatter , cringe and lie , And raise the goddess to the sky . For truth is hateful ...
... FABLE II . THE PANTHER , THE HORSE , AND OTHER BEASTS . " HE man , who seeks to win the fair , TH ( So custom fays ) must truth forbear ; Muft fawn and flatter , cringe and lie , And raise the goddess to the sky . For truth is hateful ...
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... FABLE IV . HYMEN AND DEATH . IXTEEN , d'ye say ? Nay then ' tis time ; Another year destroys your prime . But ftay - The fettlement ! That's made . " Why then's my simple girl afraid ? Yet hold a moment , if you can , And heedfully the ...
... FABLE IV . HYMEN AND DEATH . IXTEEN , d'ye say ? Nay then ' tis time ; Another year destroys your prime . But ftay - The fettlement ! That's made . " Why then's my simple girl afraid ? Yet hold a moment , if you can , And heedfully the ...
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... FABLE V. POET AND HIS PATRON . Wso loofe , to negligently lac'd ? THY , Cælia , is your fpreading waist So Why must the wrapping bed - gown hide Your fnowy bofom's fwelling pride ? How ill that drefs adorns your head , Diftain'd , and ...
... FABLE V. POET AND HIS PATRON . Wso loofe , to negligently lac'd ? THY , Cælia , is your fpreading waist So Why must the wrapping bed - gown hide Your fnowy bofom's fwelling pride ? How ill that drefs adorns your head , Diftain'd , and ...
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... FABLE VII . THE GOOSE , AND THE SWANS . HATE the face , however fair , That carries an affected air ; The lifping tone , the shape constrain'd , The study'd look , the paffion feign'd , Are fopperies ,, which only tend To injure what ...
... FABLE VII . THE GOOSE , AND THE SWANS . HATE the face , however fair , That carries an affected air ; The lifping tone , the shape constrain'd , The study'd look , the paffion feign'd , Are fopperies ,, which only tend To injure what ...
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