Poems, Том 2J. Johnson, 1800 |
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... lines ; And , though himself so polish'd , still reprieves The obfolete prolixity of fhade . John Courtney Throckmorton , Efq . of Wefton Underwood . Defcending now ( but cautious , left too faft ) 12 BOOK I. THE TASK .
... lines ; And , though himself so polish'd , still reprieves The obfolete prolixity of fhade . John Courtney Throckmorton , Efq . of Wefton Underwood . Defcending now ( but cautious , left too faft ) 12 BOOK I. THE TASK .
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... himself Beats in the breast of man , that ev'n a few Few tranfient years , won from th ' abyss abhorr'd Of blank oblivion , feem a glorious prize , And even to a clown . Now roves the eye ; And , pofted on this fpeculative height ...
... himself Beats in the breast of man , that ev'n a few Few tranfient years , won from th ' abyss abhorr'd Of blank oblivion , feem a glorious prize , And even to a clown . Now roves the eye ; And , pofted on this fpeculative height ...
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... Himself a fongfter , is as gay as he . But fave me from the gaiety of those Whofe head - aches nail them to a noon - day bed ; And fave me too from their's whofe haggard eyes Flash desperation , and betray their pangs For property ...
... Himself a fongfter , is as gay as he . But fave me from the gaiety of those Whofe head - aches nail them to a noon - day bed ; And fave me too from their's whofe haggard eyes Flash desperation , and betray their pangs For property ...
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... himself , Self - banifh'd from fociety , prefer Such fqualid floth to honourable toil ! Yet even thefe , though , feigning fickness oft , They swathe the forehead , drag the limping limb , And vex their flesh with artificial fores , Can ...
... himself , Self - banifh'd from fociety , prefer Such fqualid floth to honourable toil ! Yet even thefe , though , feigning fickness oft , They swathe the forehead , drag the limping limb , And vex their flesh with artificial fores , Can ...
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... himself a man ? I would not have a flave to till my ground , To carry me , to fan me while I sleep , And tremble when I wake , for all the wealth That finews bought and fold have ever earn'd . No : dear as freedom is , and in my heart's ...
... himself a man ? I would not have a flave to till my ground , To carry me , to fan me while I sleep , And tremble when I wake , for all the wealth That finews bought and fold have ever earn'd . No : dear as freedom is , and in my heart's ...
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