| 1768 - 694 стор.
...all that hate may hift. This day the powder'd curls and golden cou, Says fwelling Clifpin, bcgg'di cobler's vote. This night, our wit, the pert apprentice cries, Lies at my feet, I hifs him , and he dies. The great, 'tii true, can charm th'cUciing tribe) Yin.- bard .uay Supplicate,... | |
| Samuel Johnson - 1774 - 412 стор.
...Night when all that hate may hifs. This Day the powder'd Curls and golden Coat, Says fwelling Crifpin, begg'da Cobler's Vote. This Night our Wit, the pert Apprentice cries, Lies at my Feet, I hifs him, and he dies. The Great, 'tis true, can charm th' electing Tribe ; The Bard may fupplicate,... | |
| Samuel Johnson - 1774 - 374 стор.
...hate may hifs. This Day the powder'd Curls and golden Coat, Says fwelling Crifpin, begg'd a-Cobler's Vote. This Night our Wit, the pert Apprentice cries, Lies at my Feet, I hifs him, and he dies. The Great, 'tis true, can charm th' electing Tribe; The Bard may fupplicate,... | |
| BOUQUET. - 1780 - 354 стор.
...hif:. *• This day the powder'd curls and golden coat, • 'Says fwelling Crij'pin, begg'da cooler's vote : ' This night, our wit, the pert apprentice cries, Lies at my feet, I hifs him, and he dies. •* The. great, 'tis true, can charm th' elefting tribe.; ' The bacd may fupplicate,... | |
| Samuel Johnson - 1785 - 222 стор.
...may hifs. " This day the powder'd curls and golden coat,''" Says fwelling Crifpin, " begg'da coblei's vote ;" " This night our wit," the pert apprentice cries,. " Lies at my feet ; I hifs him, and he dies." The great, 'tis true, can charm th' electing tribe, The bard may fupplicate,... | |
| Samuel Johnson, John Hawkins - 1787 - 534 стор.
...when all that hate may hifs. " This day the powder'd curls and golden coat," Says fwelling Crifpin, " begg'da cobler's vote;" " This night our wit," the pert apprentice cries, " Lies at my feet; I* hifs him, and he dies." The great, 'tis true, can charm th' electing tribe, The bard may fupplicate,... | |
| Samuel Johnson, John Hawkins - 1787 - 560 стор.
...when all that hate may hifs. " This day the powder'd curls and golden coat," Says fwelling Crifpin, " begg'da cobler's vote/' " This night our wit," the pert apprentice cries, " Lies at my feet -, 1 hifs him, and he dies." The great, 'tis true, can charm th' electing tribe, The bard may fupplicate,... | |
| Samuel Johnson - 1789 - 248 стор.
...when all that hate may hifs. " This day the powder'd curls and golden coat," Says fwelling Crifpin, " begg'da cobler's vote ;" " This night our- wit," the pert apprentice cries, «• Lies at my feet ; I hifs him, and he dies." The great, 'tis true, can charm th' elefting tribe, The bard may fupplicate,... | |
| English poets - 1790 - 370 стор.
...when all that hate may hifs. " This day the powder'd curls and golden coat," Says fwelling Crifpin, " begg'da cobler's vote ;" " This night our wit," the pert apprentice cries, " Lies at my feet; I hifs him, and he dies." The great, 'tis true, can charm th' electing tribe. The bard may fupplicate,... | |
| Oliver Goldsmith - 1791 - 288 стор.
...hate may hifs vo L. ii. B " This day the powder'd curls and golden coat," Says fwelling Crifpin, " begg'da cobler's vote." "" This night, our wit," the pert apprentice cries, " Lies at my feet, I hifs him, and he dies." The great, 'tis true, can charm th" elefting tribe; The bard may fupplicate,... | |
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