A Collection of Poems ...Robert Dodsley J. Hughs, 1758 |
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... glory'd in a happy captive's name ; Nor wou'd I now , cou'd Love permit , be free , But leave to brutes their favage liberty . And art thou then , fond fwain , fecure of joy ? Can no reverse thy flatt'ring bliss destroy ? Has treach ...
... glory'd in a happy captive's name ; Nor wou'd I now , cou'd Love permit , be free , But leave to brutes their favage liberty . And art thou then , fond fwain , fecure of joy ? Can no reverse thy flatt'ring bliss destroy ? Has treach ...
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... heav'n protects a thankless world For her own glory , nor expects reward . Pleas'd with the noble theme , her talk the Mufe Purfues untir'd , and through the palace roves With ever - new delight . The tap'stry rich With With [ 20 ]
... heav'n protects a thankless world For her own glory , nor expects reward . Pleas'd with the noble theme , her talk the Mufe Purfues untir'd , and through the palace roves With ever - new delight . The tap'stry rich With With [ 20 ]
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... glory , once was rais'd A meaner trophy , by th ' Imperial hand ; Extorted gratitude ; which now the rage Of Malice impotent , beseeming ill A regal breaft , has levell'd to the ground : B 4 Mean 1 Mean infult ! this with better ...
... glory , once was rais'd A meaner trophy , by th ' Imperial hand ; Extorted gratitude ; which now the rage Of Malice impotent , beseeming ill A regal breaft , has levell'd to the ground : B 4 Mean 1 Mean infult ! this with better ...
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... glory fire , Yet taught by cuftom's force , and bigot fear , To ferve with pride , and boast the yoke they bear : Whofe Nobles born to cringe , and to command , In courts a mean , in camps a gen'rous band ; From each low tool of pow'r ...
... glory fire , Yet taught by cuftom's force , and bigot fear , To ferve with pride , and boast the yoke they bear : Whofe Nobles born to cringe , and to command , In courts a mean , in camps a gen'rous band ; From each low tool of pow'r ...
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... glory , faction , pow'r and pride , ( Sure judge how empty all , who all had try'd ) Beneath his palms the weary Chief repos'd , And life's great scene in quiet Virtue clos'd . With shame that other fam'd retreat I fee Adorn'd by Art ...
... glory , faction , pow'r and pride , ( Sure judge how empty all , who all had try'd ) Beneath his palms the weary Chief repos'd , And life's great scene in quiet Virtue clos'd . With shame that other fam'd retreat I fee Adorn'd by Art ...
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