Addison to BlakeThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 |
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... Perhaps , advised , avoid the gilded bait , And , warned by my example , shun my fate : While with calm joy , safe landed on the coast , I view the waves on which I once was tost . Love is a medley of endearments , jars , Suspicions ...
... Perhaps , advised , avoid the gilded bait , And , warned by my example , shun my fate : While with calm joy , safe landed on the coast , I view the waves on which I once was tost . Love is a medley of endearments , jars , Suspicions ...
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... perhaps the wittiest of controversial works , and in 1708 the papers ridiculing the astrologer Partridge , under the signature of Isaac Bickerstaff . In 1710 , with a change of opinion , quickened by chagrin at patronage deferred ...
... perhaps the wittiest of controversial works , and in 1708 the papers ridiculing the astrologer Partridge , under the signature of Isaac Bickerstaff . In 1710 , with a change of opinion , quickened by chagrin at patronage deferred ...
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... perhaps only said ) We've found a little inconsiderable head That feeds the huge , unequal stream . ' And again : 6 And then how much and nothing is mankind , Whose reason is weighed down by popular air , Who by that vainly talks of ...
... perhaps only said ) We've found a little inconsiderable head That feeds the huge , unequal stream . ' And again : 6 And then how much and nothing is mankind , Whose reason is weighed down by popular air , Who by that vainly talks of ...
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... perhaps be too severe : But yet the worst that could be said , He was a wit both born and bred ; And , if it be a sin and shame , Nature alone must bear the blame : One fault he has , is sorry for ' t , His ears are half a foot too ...
... perhaps be too severe : But yet the worst that could be said , He was a wit both born and bred ; And , if it be a sin and shame , Nature alone must bear the blame : One fault he has , is sorry for ' t , His ears are half a foot too ...
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... perhaps too nice , But gluttony was ne'er his vice : In every turn of life content , And meekly took what fortune sent : Inquire through all the parish round , A better neighbour ne'er was found ; His vigilance might some displease ...
... perhaps too nice , But gluttony was ne'er his vice : In every turn of life content , And meekly took what fortune sent : Inquire through all the parish round , A better neighbour ne'er was found ; His vigilance might some displease ...
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Страница 248 - Prince of Peace, Hail the Sun of Righteousness! Light and life to all he brings, Risen with healing in his wings. Mild he lays his glory by, Born that Man no more may die: Born to raise the sons of earth; Born to give them second birth.
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