Moore. Cawthorne. Collins. Dyer. Shenstone. Mallet. Akenside. Gray. Littleton. GaySamuel Johnson A. Miller, 1800 |
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... nymph may turn Your faith about , By arguments experter . IV . The ladies , pale and out of breath , Wild as the witches in Macbeth , Afk if the " deed be done ! " O , David ! liften to my lay ! I'll prophefy the things they'll fay ...
... nymph may turn Your faith about , By arguments experter . IV . The ladies , pale and out of breath , Wild as the witches in Macbeth , Afk if the " deed be done ! " O , David ! liften to my lay ! I'll prophefy the things they'll fay ...
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... nymph fhook her head when the bufinefs the knew , And faid that her female acquaintance were few ; That excepting Miss R *** — O , yes , there was one , A friend of that lady's , the vifited none ; " Wit , beauty , and goodness , all ...
... nymph fhook her head when the bufinefs the knew , And faid that her female acquaintance were few ; That excepting Miss R *** — O , yes , there was one , A friend of that lady's , the vifited none ; " Wit , beauty , and goodness , all ...
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... nymph from wifdom's way . I flatter none . The great and good Are by their actions understood ; Your monument if actions raife , Shall I deface by idle praise ? I echo not the voice of fame , That dwells delighted on your name ; Her ...
... nymph from wifdom's way . I flatter none . The great and good Are by their actions understood ; Your monument if actions raife , Shall I deface by idle praise ? I echo not the voice of fame , That dwells delighted on your name ; Her ...
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... nymph , who walks the public streets , And fets her cap at all the meets , ΤΗ May catch the fool who turns to stare , But men of fenfe avoid the fnare . As on the margin of the flood , With filken line , my Lydia ftood , I fmil'd to fee ...
... nymph , who walks the public streets , And fets her cap at all the meets , ΤΗ May catch the fool who turns to stare , But men of fenfe avoid the fnare . As on the margin of the flood , With filken line , my Lydia ftood , I fmil'd to fee ...
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Samuel Johnson. Which evermore delighted dwells On what the bashful nymph conceals . When Cælia ftruts in man's attire , She fhews too much to raise defire ; But from the hoop's bewitching round , Her very fhoe has power to wound . The ...
Samuel Johnson. Which evermore delighted dwells On what the bashful nymph conceals . When Cælia ftruts in man's attire , She fhews too much to raise defire ; But from the hoop's bewitching round , Her very fhoe has power to wound . The ...
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