The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, 39. köideSamuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... rise , Fit to invade or prop the skies . Jove fmil'd , and , like a gentle god , Confenting with the ufual nod , Told Van , he knew his talent beft , And left the choice to his own breast . So Van refolv'd to write a farce ; But , well ...
... rise , Fit to invade or prop the skies . Jove fmil'd , and , like a gentle god , Confenting with the ufual nod , Told Van , he knew his talent beft , And left the choice to his own breast . So Van refolv'd to write a farce ; But , well ...
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... rise , And waft fweet odours to the fkies ! O DE ΤΟ WIS DO M .. BY THE SAME . OH , Pallas ! I invoke thy aid ! Vouchfafe to hear a wretched maid , By tender love depreft ; ' Tis juft that thou fhould'ft heal the smart Inflicted by thy ...
... rise , And waft fweet odours to the fkies ! O DE ΤΟ WIS DO M .. BY THE SAME . OH , Pallas ! I invoke thy aid ! Vouchfafe to hear a wretched maid , By tender love depreft ; ' Tis juft that thou fhould'ft heal the smart Inflicted by thy ...
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... rise higher . ” The next that appear'd had good hopes of fucceeding , For he merited much for his wit and his breeding . ' Twas wife in the Britons no favour to show him , He else might expect they should pay what they owe him . And ...
... rise higher . ” The next that appear'd had good hopes of fucceeding , For he merited much for his wit and his breeding . ' Twas wife in the Britons no favour to show him , He else might expect they should pay what they owe him . And ...
Page 192
... rise ready dreft , without one ave - mary . They dance in a round , cutting capers and ramping ; A mercy the ground did not burft with their stamping . The floor is all wet with leaps and with jumps , While the water and sweat splish ...
... rise ready dreft , without one ave - mary . They dance in a round , cutting capers and ramping ; A mercy the ground did not burft with their stamping . The floor is all wet with leaps and with jumps , While the water and sweat splish ...
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... . Each poor fubfcriber to the fea Sinks down at once , and there he lies Directors fall as well as they , Their fall is but a trick to rise . " So fishes , rifing from the main , Can foar So 58 THE SOUTH SEA PROJECT . 203.
... . Each poor fubfcriber to the fea Sinks down at once , and there he lies Directors fall as well as they , Their fall is but a trick to rise . " So fishes , rifing from the main , Can foar So 58 THE SOUTH SEA PROJECT . 203.
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