The works of the poets of Great Britain and Ireland. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Том 71804 |
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... She faid , ' twas fince he came from college , She knew him introduc'd by Knowledge : The man was modeft and fincere , Nor farther could she interfere . The mufes begg'd to interpofe ; But Envy with loud hiffings rofe , And call'd them ...
... She faid , ' twas fince he came from college , She knew him introduc'd by Knowledge : The man was modeft and fincere , Nor farther could she interfere . The mufes begg'd to interpofe ; But Envy with loud hiffings rofe , And call'd them ...
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... She travers'd the town from one corner to t'other , Now knocking at one door , and then at another . The girls curtfy'd low as the look'd in their faces , And bridled and primm'd with abundance of graces ; But this was coquettish , and ...
... She travers'd the town from one corner to t'other , Now knocking at one door , and then at another . The girls curtfy'd low as the look'd in their faces , And bridled and primm'd with abundance of graces ; But this was coquettish , and ...
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... she heard , Violette was the girl that of all the most fear'd ; She knew her good - humour , her beauty and sweet- nefs , Her ease and compliance , her taste and her neatness ; From these she was fure that her man could not roam , And ...
... she heard , Violette was the girl that of all the most fear'd ; She knew her good - humour , her beauty and sweet- nefs , Her ease and compliance , her taste and her neatness ; From these she was fure that her man could not roam , And ...
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... She was a thief , and fo fhe'd chriften her ; And that it was a burning fhame , And brought the house an evil name ; And if she did not put the heart in , The man would pine and die for certain . The pris'ner then was in her airs , And ...
... She was a thief , and fo fhe'd chriften her ; And that it was a burning fhame , And brought the house an evil name ; And if she did not put the heart in , The man would pine and die for certain . The pris'ner then was in her airs , And ...
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... it , And asking how he felt without it , He figh'd , and cry'd , Alack ! alack ! And begg'd , and pray'd to have it back ; Or that she'd give him her's instead on't : But the conceiv'd there was no need on't ; And said , and bid him ...
... it , And asking how he felt without it , He figh'd , and cry'd , Alack ! alack ! And begg'd , and pray'd to have it back ; Or that she'd give him her's instead on't : But the conceiv'd there was no need on't ; And said , and bid him ...
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