Silver Poets of the Eighteenth CenturyArthur Pollard Dent, 1976 - 274 pagina's |
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Pagina xii
... Rage ( Tho ' it must be understood I would hang them if I cou'd . ) His inability , deliberate or otherwise , at times to control his rage shows some of those he would have gladly hanged . Fifteen lines on Walpole conclude : Tho I name ...
... Rage ( Tho ' it must be understood I would hang them if I cou'd . ) His inability , deliberate or otherwise , at times to control his rage shows some of those he would have gladly hanged . Fifteen lines on Walpole conclude : Tho I name ...
Pagina 73
... Rage . This Night he hopes to shew that Farce may charm , Tho ' no lewd Hint the mantling Virgin warm , That useful Truth with Humour may unite , That Mirth may mend , and Innocence delight . A TRANSLATION OF THE LATIN EPITAPH ON SIR ...
... Rage . This Night he hopes to shew that Farce may charm , Tho ' no lewd Hint the mantling Virgin warm , That useful Truth with Humour may unite , That Mirth may mend , and Innocence delight . A TRANSLATION OF THE LATIN EPITAPH ON SIR ...
Pagina 150
... rage . SONG , BY A MAN . Basso . Staccato . Spirituoso When vice my dart and scythe supply , How great a king of Terrors I ! If folly , fraud , your hearts engage , Tremble ye mortals at my rage . Fall , round me fall ye little things ...
... rage . SONG , BY A MAN . Basso . Staccato . Spirituoso When vice my dart and scythe supply , How great a king of Terrors I ! If folly , fraud , your hearts engage , Tremble ye mortals at my rage . Fall , round me fall ye little things ...
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