Young. Churchill. Lloyd. Falconer. ThomsonSamuel Johnson A. Miller, 1800 |
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... soul , Candour , who , with the charity of Paul , Still thinks the beft , when'er the thinks at all , With the fweet milk of human kindness blefs'd , The furious ardour of my zeal reprefs'd . Can't thou , with more than ufual warmth ...
... soul , Candour , who , with the charity of Paul , Still thinks the beft , when'er the thinks at all , With the fweet milk of human kindness blefs'd , The furious ardour of my zeal reprefs'd . Can't thou , with more than ufual warmth ...
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... Soul - foothing Panegyric's flow'ry way ? There might the Mufe have faunter'd at her eafe , And , pleafing others , learn'd herself to please ; Lords fhould have liften'd to the fugar'd treat , And ladies , fimp'ring , own'd it vastly ...
... Soul - foothing Panegyric's flow'ry way ? There might the Mufe have faunter'd at her eafe , And , pleafing others , learn'd herself to please ; Lords fhould have liften'd to the fugar'd treat , And ladies , fimp'ring , own'd it vastly ...
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... Souls of a tim'rous caft , of petty name In Envy's court , not yet quite dead to shame , May fome remorse , fome qualms of confcience feel , And fuffer honour to abate their zeal ; But the man truly and compleatly great , Allows no rule ...
... Souls of a tim'rous caft , of petty name In Envy's court , not yet quite dead to shame , May fome remorse , fome qualms of confcience feel , And fuffer honour to abate their zeal ; But the man truly and compleatly great , Allows no rule ...
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... soul , To fuffer Reafon's just controul , But bending , of his own accord , To that trim tranfient toy , My Lord ; The dupe of Scots ( a fatal race , Whom God in wrath contriv'd to place , To fcourge our crimes , and gall our pride , A ...
... soul , To fuffer Reafon's just controul , But bending , of his own accord , To that trim tranfient toy , My Lord ; The dupe of Scots ( a fatal race , Whom God in wrath contriv'd to place , To fcourge our crimes , and gall our pride , A ...
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... souls . We fcorn preferment which is gain'd by fin , And will , tho ' poor without , have peace within . END OF THE AUTHOR . THE DUELLIS T. T IN THREE BOOK S. BOOK I. HE clock ftruck twelve , o'er half the globe Darkness had spread her ...
... souls . We fcorn preferment which is gain'd by fin , And will , tho ' poor without , have peace within . END OF THE AUTHOR . THE DUELLIS T. T IN THREE BOOK S. BOOK I. HE clock ftruck twelve , o'er half the globe Darkness had spread her ...
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