Silver Poets of the Eighteenth CenturyArthur Pollard Dent, 1976 - 274 páginas |
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... never thought you so ; 60 You know , I honour the Cloth , I design to be a Parson's Wife , I never took one in Your Coat for a Conjurer in all my life . With that , he twisted his Girdle at me like a Rope , as who should say , Now you ...
... never thought you so ; 60 You know , I honour the Cloth , I design to be a Parson's Wife , I never took one in Your Coat for a Conjurer in all my life . With that , he twisted his Girdle at me like a Rope , as who should say , Now you ...
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... never did exist . Where's now this Fav'rite of Apollo ? Departed ; and his Works must follow : Must undergo the common Fate ; His Kind of Wit is out of Date . Some Country Squire to Lintot goes , Enquires for SWIFT in Verse and Prose ...
... never did exist . Where's now this Fav'rite of Apollo ? Departed ; and his Works must follow : Must undergo the common Fate ; His Kind of Wit is out of Date . Some Country Squire to Lintot goes , Enquires for SWIFT in Verse and Prose ...
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... never such a Writer : A Shame , he hath not got a Mitre ! ' Suppose me dead ; and then suppose A Club assembled at the Rose ; Where from Discourse of this and that , I grow the Subject of their Chat : And , while they toss my Name about ...
... never such a Writer : A Shame , he hath not got a Mitre ! ' Suppose me dead ; and then suppose A Club assembled at the Rose ; Where from Discourse of this and that , I grow the Subject of their Chat : And , while they toss my Name about ...
Contenido
A Description of the Morning | 8 |
Horace Lib 2 Sat 6 | 28 |
A Satirical Elegy on the Death | 34 |
Derechos de autor | |
Otras 17 secciones no mostradas
Términos y frases comunes
Antistrophe Bard Baucis and Philemon bless blest bliss breast Cadenus call'd charms chearful Circassia Collins cou'd Covent Garden Dean Death delight divine drest Dunciad ECLOGUE Edward III Eirin Esther Vanhomrigh Eton College Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair Fame Fancy Fate Fear fire fix'd Flow'rs Foes Folly Friend Goddess grace Gray Grief Grove Hand hear heart Heav'n honour hope hour Johnson Jonathan Swift King land Lord lov'd Love lyre Maid Mind Muse ne'er never Night Numbers Nymph o'er pain Passions Peace PINDARIC Pity plain pleasure poem Poet poetry Pow'r praise Pride Queen rage reign rise round satire Scene Shade shew sigh skies smiling Song sorrow soul Spring Stoke Poges STOOPS TO CONQUER Swain sweet Swift tear thee thine thou thought thro Toil Twas Vale Vanessa Verses Virtue voice wealth weep wild wou'd Youth ΙΟ