Poems, Том 2J. Johnson, 1800 |
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... Fair commands the song . Time was , when clothing sumptuous or for use , Save their own painted skins , our fires had none . As yet black breeches were not ; satin smooth , VOL . II . * See Poems , vol . i . B Or velvet soft , or plush ...
... Fair commands the song . Time was , when clothing sumptuous or for use , Save their own painted skins , our fires had none . As yet black breeches were not ; satin smooth , VOL . II . * See Poems , vol . i . B Or velvet soft , or plush ...
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... fair , Heard the sweet moan with pity , and devis'd The foft fettee ; one elbow at each end , And in the midst an elbow it receiv'd , United yet divided , twain at once . So fit two kings of Brentford on one throne ; And fo two citizens ...
... fair , Heard the sweet moan with pity , and devis'd The foft fettee ; one elbow at each end , And in the midst an elbow it receiv'd , United yet divided , twain at once . So fit two kings of Brentford on one throne ; And fo two citizens ...
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... fair profpect ; fcenes that footh'd Or charm'd me young , no longer young , I find Still foothing , and of pow'r to charm me still . And witnefs , dear companion of my walks , Whofe arm this twentieth winter I perceive Faft lock'd in ...
... fair profpect ; fcenes that footh'd Or charm'd me young , no longer young , I find Still foothing , and of pow'r to charm me still . And witnefs , dear companion of my walks , Whofe arm this twentieth winter I perceive Faft lock'd in ...
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... Fair fields appear below , fuch as he left Far diftant , fuch as he would die to find- He feeks them headlong , and is feen no more . The fpleen is feldom felt where Flora reigns ; The low'ring eye , the petulance , the frown , And ...
... Fair fields appear below , fuch as he left Far diftant , fuch as he would die to find- He feeks them headlong , and is feen no more . The fpleen is feldom felt where Flora reigns ; The low'ring eye , the petulance , the frown , And ...
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... fair May yet be foul ; fo witty , yet not wife . It is not feemly , nor of good report , That the is flack in difcipline ; more prompt T'avenge than to prevent the breach of law : That she is rigid in denouncing death On petty robbers ...
... fair May yet be foul ; fo witty , yet not wife . It is not feemly , nor of good report , That the is flack in difcipline ; more prompt T'avenge than to prevent the breach of law : That she is rigid in denouncing death On petty robbers ...
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Сторінка 41 - Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free; They touch our country and their shackles fall.
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