Poems, Том 2J. Johnson, 1800 |
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... play of lungs , inhaling and again Refpiring freely the fresh air , that makes Swift pace or fteep ascent no toil to me , Mine have not pilfer'd yet ; nor yet impair'd My relish of fair profpect ; fcenes that footh'd Or charm'd me young ...
... play of lungs , inhaling and again Refpiring freely the fresh air , that makes Swift pace or fteep ascent no toil to me , Mine have not pilfer'd yet ; nor yet impair'd My relish of fair profpect ; fcenes that footh'd Or charm'd me young ...
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... Play wanton , ev'ry moment , ev'ry spot . And now , with nerves new - brac'd and spirits cheer'd , We tread the wilderness , whose well - roll'd walks , With curvature of flow and easy sweep- Deception innocent - give ample space To ...
... Play wanton , ev'ry moment , ev'ry spot . And now , with nerves new - brac'd and spirits cheer'd , We tread the wilderness , whose well - roll'd walks , With curvature of flow and easy sweep- Deception innocent - give ample space To ...
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William Cowper. The paralytic , who can hold her cards , But cannot play them , borrows a friend's hand To deal and ... plays . Others are dragg'd into the crowded room Between fupporters ; and , once feated , fit , Through downright ...
William Cowper. The paralytic , who can hold her cards , But cannot play them , borrows a friend's hand To deal and ... plays . Others are dragg'd into the crowded room Between fupporters ; and , once feated , fit , Through downright ...
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... play tricks , will he indulge A filly fond conceit of his fair form , And juft proportion , fashionable mien , And pretty face , in prefence of his God ? Or will he feek to dazzle me with tropes , As with the di'mond on his lily hand ...
... play tricks , will he indulge A filly fond conceit of his fair form , And juft proportion , fashionable mien , And pretty face , in prefence of his God ? Or will he feek to dazzle me with tropes , As with the di'mond on his lily hand ...
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William Cowper. And play his brilliant parts before my eyes , When I am hungry for the bread of life ? He mocks his Maker , prostitutes and shames- His noble office , and , instead of truth , Displaying his own beauty , ftarves his flock ...
William Cowper. And play his brilliant parts before my eyes , When I am hungry for the bread of life ? He mocks his Maker , prostitutes and shames- His noble office , and , instead of truth , Displaying his own beauty , ftarves his flock ...
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