Silver Poets of the Eighteenth CenturyArthur Pollard Dent, 1976 - 274 pagina's |
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... 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 may go ...
... 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 may go ...
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... thought ' em ; But , this I know , all People bought ' em ; As with a moral View design'd To cure the Vices of Mankind : His Vein , ironically grave , Expos'd the Fool , and lash'd the Knave : To steal a Hint was never known , But what ...
... thought ' em ; But , this I know , all People bought ' em ; As with a moral View design'd To cure the Vices of Mankind : His Vein , ironically grave , Expos'd the Fool , and lash'd the Knave : To steal a Hint was never known , But what ...
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... thought it his peculiar Whim , Nor took it ill as come from him . He follow'd David's Lesson just , In Princes never put thy Trust . And , would you make him truly sower ; Provoke him with a slave in Power : The Irish Senate , if you ...
... thought it his peculiar Whim , Nor took it ill as come from him . He follow'd David's Lesson just , In Princes never put thy Trust . And , would you make him truly sower ; Provoke him with a slave in Power : The Irish Senate , if you ...
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