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... excellent verfes in Waller's Night - Piece : So we th ' Arabian coaft do know At distance , when the fpices blow ; By the rich odour taught to fteer , Though neither day nor ftars appear . Compare my note at Gray's Ode on Spring , ver ...
... excellent verfes in Waller's Night - Piece : So we th ' Arabian coaft do know At distance , when the fpices blow ; By the rich odour taught to fteer , Though neither day nor ftars appear . Compare my note at Gray's Ode on Spring , ver ...
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... excellent : To free her body from the bonds of life , And cafe her anxious foul's convulfive ftrife : whom Dryden has improved : Sent Iris down , to free her from the ftrife Of labouring Nature , and diffolve her life . To these add ...
... excellent : To free her body from the bonds of life , And cafe her anxious foul's convulfive ftrife : whom Dryden has improved : Sent Iris down , to free her from the ftrife Of labouring Nature , and diffolve her life . To these add ...
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... excellent couplet , worthy of appearing here : Of men and ages paft Seraiah read ; Embalm'd in long - liv'd hiftory the dead . The epitaph on Felton , hanged in chains for murdering the old Duke of Buckingham , written by the late Duke ...
... excellent couplet , worthy of appearing here : Of men and ages paft Seraiah read ; Embalm'd in long - liv'd hiftory the dead . The epitaph on Felton , hanged in chains for murdering the old Duke of Buckingham , written by the late Duke ...
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... excellent couplet ! but not without Fenton's aid , who falls but little fhort of equal excellence : High on whose hoary top an awful fane , To Phœbus rear'd , surveys the subject main . Ver . 207. Ye gentle gales , beneath my body blow ...
... excellent couplet ! but not without Fenton's aid , who falls but little fhort of equal excellence : High on whose hoary top an awful fane , To Phœbus rear'd , surveys the subject main . Ver . 207. Ye gentle gales , beneath my body blow ...
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... excellent verfe of this kind before from our poet , in his Epiftle to Addison : There warriors frowning in historic brass . Ver . 77. Crown'd with an architrave of antique mold , And sculpture rifing on the roughen'd gold . The fecond ...
... excellent verfe of this kind before from our poet , in his Epiftle to Addison : There warriors frowning in historic brass . Ver . 77. Crown'd with an architrave of antique mold , And sculpture rifing on the roughen'd gold . The fecond ...
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