The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 40, Страница 2H. Hughs, 1779 |
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... boast , From fleets triumphant o'er the Gallic coaft . Such was Ierne's claim , as juft as thine , Her fons defcended from the British line ; B 3 Her ; Her matchlefs fons , whofe valour still remains On HORACE , BOOK I. ODE XIV . 5.
... boast , From fleets triumphant o'er the Gallic coaft . Such was Ierne's claim , as juft as thine , Her fons defcended from the British line ; B 3 Her ; Her matchlefs fons , whofe valour still remains On HORACE , BOOK I. ODE XIV . 5.
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... o'er - run . Ierne , to the world's remotest parts , Renown'd for valour , policy , and arts . Hither from Colchos t , with the fleecy ore , Jafon arriv'd two thousand years before . Thee , happy ifland , Pallas call'd her own , When ...
... o'er - run . Ierne , to the world's remotest parts , Renown'd for valour , policy , and arts . Hither from Colchos t , with the fleecy ore , Jafon arriv'd two thousand years before . Thee , happy ifland , Pallas call'd her own , When ...
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... O'er mountains steep , o'er dufty plains , Half choak'd with duft , half drown'd with rains ; Only your Godship to implore , To let me kifs your other shore ? A boon fo fmall ! but I may weep , Whilft you ' re , like Baal , fast asleep ...
... O'er mountains steep , o'er dufty plains , Half choak'd with duft , half drown'd with rains ; Only your Godship to implore , To let me kifs your other shore ? A boon fo fmall ! but I may weep , Whilft you ' re , like Baal , fast asleep ...
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... o'er a pot of ale ) Related thus the following tale . Poffeffion , and Defire his brother , But ftill at variance with each other , Were feen contending in a race ; And kept at firft an equal pace : ' Tis faid , their course continued ...
... o'er a pot of ale ) Related thus the following tale . Poffeffion , and Defire his brother , But ftill at variance with each other , Were feen contending in a race ; And kept at firft an equal pace : ' Tis faid , their course continued ...
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... Nor make a fcruple to expofe Your bandy leg , or crooked nofe ; Can at her morning tea run o'er The fcandal of the day before ; Improving Improving hourly in her skill , To cheat and wrangle SWIFT'S POEM S. The Furniture of a Woman's Mind.
... Nor make a fcruple to expofe Your bandy leg , or crooked nofe ; Can at her morning tea run o'er The fcandal of the day before ; Improving Improving hourly in her skill , To cheat and wrangle SWIFT'S POEM S. The Furniture of a Woman's Mind.
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