The Spirit of the Public Journals: Being an Impartial Selection of the Most Exquisite Essays and Jeux D'esprits, Principally Prose, that Appear in the Newspapers and Other Publications, Том 13Stephen Jones, Charles Molloy Westmacott James Ridgway, 1810 |
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... thee my wits to recover . " Yet , Luna , attend to the vow of thy knight , Thy knight very true with his wits on the wane ; Ere I quit the brown scorner , in madness and spite , With the blood of her children her bosom I'll stain ...
... thee my wits to recover . " Yet , Luna , attend to the vow of thy knight , Thy knight very true with his wits on the wane ; Ere I quit the brown scorner , in madness and spite , With the blood of her children her bosom I'll stain ...
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... thee , assume- A Churchill , of laurels alone avaricious ; A Nelson , unstamp'd by the seal of the tomb ! LINES , EXTEMPORALLY WRITTEN , IN ANSWER TO SOME LI LINES , 40 LINES ON SIR JOHN MOORE . Lines on Sir John Moore.
... thee , assume- A Churchill , of laurels alone avaricious ; A Nelson , unstamp'd by the seal of the tomb ! LINES , EXTEMPORALLY WRITTEN , IN ANSWER TO SOME LI LINES , 40 LINES ON SIR JOHN MOORE . Lines on Sir John Moore.
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... thee in the hour of fight ; And oft thy wanton tricks of fondness show'd Thy master's prowess was thy chief delight . Urg'd by my will , amidst the hostile ranks , Hast thou sustain'd me in each desp❜rate fray ; And is it thus my ...
... thee in the hour of fight ; And oft thy wanton tricks of fondness show'd Thy master's prowess was thy chief delight . Urg'd by my will , amidst the hostile ranks , Hast thou sustain'd me in each desp❜rate fray ; And is it thus my ...
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... thee rose ; Before thee , treacherous friends - behind thee , foes ; And when at length Corunna's towers appear'd , And English vessels their proud ensigns rear'd , ' T was thine to see thy bold pursuers fly , Nobly to conquer ...
... thee rose ; Before thee , treacherous friends - behind thee , foes ; And when at length Corunna's towers appear'd , And English vessels their proud ensigns rear'd , ' T was thine to see thy bold pursuers fly , Nobly to conquer ...
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... fortress to defend , Father and son refuse to bend , And sights are seen which hearts might rend , In struggling Saragossa . ༨༣ Not SECOND SIEGE OF SARAGOSSA , Not so with thee , 26 FIRST SIEGE OF SARAGOSSA . The Foe of Corruption.
... fortress to defend , Father and son refuse to bend , And sights are seen which hearts might rend , In struggling Saragossa . ༨༣ Not SECOND SIEGE OF SARAGOSSA , Not so with thee , 26 FIRST SIEGE OF SARAGOSSA . The Foe of Corruption.
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