The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, 39. köideSamuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... thou feeft my owner's heart , Scrawl'd o'er with trifles thus , and quite As hard , as fenfeless , and as light ; Expos'd to every coxcomb's eyes , But hid with caution from the wife . Here you may read , " Dear charming faint ...
... thou feeft my owner's heart , Scrawl'd o'er with trifles thus , and quite As hard , as fenfeless , and as light ; Expos'd to every coxcomb's eyes , But hid with caution from the wife . Here you may read , " Dear charming faint ...
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... thou negligent of fame ; With every Mufe to grace thy song , May'st thou defpife a poet's name ! Of modeft poets thou be firft ; To filent fhades repeat thy verse , Fill Fame and Echo almoft burst , Yet hardly dare one line rehearse ...
... thou negligent of fame ; With every Mufe to grace thy song , May'st thou defpife a poet's name ! Of modeft poets thou be firft ; To filent fhades repeat thy verse , Fill Fame and Echo almoft burst , Yet hardly dare one line rehearse ...
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... Thou ' rt well contriv'd , though thou art small : For every wit in Britain's ifle May lodge within thy fpacious pile . Like Bacchus thou , as poets feign , Thy mother burnt , art born again , Born like a phoenix from the flame ; But ...
... Thou ' rt well contriv'd , though thou art small : For every wit in Britain's ifle May lodge within thy fpacious pile . Like Bacchus thou , as poets feign , Thy mother burnt , art born again , Born like a phoenix from the flame ; But ...
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... Thou , high exalted in thy fphere , May'ft follow ftill thy calling there , To thee the Bull will lend his bide , By Phoebus newly tann'd and dry'd : For thee they Argo's hulk will tax , And fcrape her pitchy fides for wax :: Then ...
... Thou , high exalted in thy fphere , May'ft follow ftill thy calling there , To thee the Bull will lend his bide , By Phoebus newly tann'd and dry'd : For thee they Argo's hulk will tax , And fcrape her pitchy fides for wax :: Then ...
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... thou ' lt make another . Says Nancy , I can make for miss A finer house ten times than this ; The dean will give me willow - sticks , And Joe my apron - full of bricks . Minifter of Trim . The waiting - woman . THE THE V. IR TUES O F ...
... thou ' lt make another . Says Nancy , I can make for miss A finer house ten times than this ; The dean will give me willow - sticks , And Joe my apron - full of bricks . Minifter of Trim . The waiting - woman . THE THE V. IR TUES O F ...
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