The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Том 371790 |
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... Shall we take wives ? Marriage at beft Is but carnality profest ! Now , as the Bishop took his glafs , He spy'd our Abbot's buxom lass , Who cross'd the room ; he mark'd her eye That glow'd with love ; his pulfe beat high . Fye , father ...
... Shall we take wives ? Marriage at beft Is but carnality profest ! Now , as the Bishop took his glafs , He spy'd our Abbot's buxom lass , Who cross'd the room ; he mark'd her eye That glow'd with love ; his pulfe beat high . Fye , father ...
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... Shall ferve for once to nod away the night . The kitchen ever is the fervant's right , Replies the hoft ; there , all the fire around , The Count's tir'd footmen fnore upon the ground . The maid , who liften'd to this whole debate ...
... Shall ferve for once to nod away the night . The kitchen ever is the fervant's right , Replies the hoft ; there , all the fire around , The Count's tir'd footmen fnore upon the ground . The maid , who liften'd to this whole debate ...
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English poets. A B BLE S. FA ΙΝ TWO PARTS . -- " Shall not my Fables cenfure vice , " Because a knave is over - nice ? " If I lafh vice in general fiction , " Is ' t I apply , or felf - conviction ? Brutes are my theme . Am I to blame ...
English poets. A B BLE S. FA ΙΝ TWO PARTS . -- " Shall not my Fables cenfure vice , " Because a knave is over - nice ? " If I lafh vice in general fiction , " Is ' t I apply , or felf - conviction ? Brutes are my theme . Am I to blame ...
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... 30 Who by that search shall wiser grow , When we ourselves can never know ? The little knowledge I have gain'd , Was all from fimple Nature drain'd ; Hence Hence my life's maxims took their rife , Hence grew 28 GAY'S POEMS .
... 30 Who by that search shall wiser grow , When we ourselves can never know ? The little knowledge I have gain'd , Was all from fimple Nature drain'd ; Hence Hence my life's maxims took their rife , Hence grew 28 GAY'S POEMS .
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... shall dare contest My matchlefs ftrength ? You faw the fight , And must atteft my power and right . " Forc'd to forego their native home , " 6 My ftarving flaves at diftance roam . 1 50 " Within these woods I reign alone ; " The Within ...
... shall dare contest My matchlefs ftrength ? You faw the fight , And must atteft my power and right . " Forc'd to forego their native home , " 6 My ftarving flaves at diftance roam . 1 50 " Within these woods I reign alone ; " The Within ...
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Afide againſt Alexis beauty befide beneath bofom breaſt cauſe CLEANTHES cloſe confefs court cries defcend deſpair difgrace DIONE Dione's diſguiſe dy'd e'er Evander eyes FABLE FABLE fafe faid falfe fame fate faultering fays fcorn fecret feek fhade fhall fhould fide fighs fight firſt flain flame flies fome fool forrows foul friendſhip ftand ftate ftill ftrength fuch fudden fwain fylvan Guife hand hate hath hear heart honeft honour hour houſe juſt knaves LAURA loft LYCIDAS maid Menalcas mind moſt muft muſt ne'er nymph o'er paffion PARTHENIA plain pleaſure Plutus praiſe pride purſue race rais'd raiſe ravenous band reft reply'd rife rofe SCENE ſhake ſhall ſhare ſhe SHEPHERD ſhow ſkill ſome ſpeak ſtate ſteps tears thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou tongue truſt Twas vex'd Whene'er whofe Whoſe wife wretch XXXVII
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