The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper;: Shakspeare, Davies, Donne, Hall, Stirling, Jonson, Corbet, Carew, DrummondSamuel Johnson J. Johnson; J. Nichols and son; R. Baldwin; F. and C. Rivington; W. Otridge and Son; Leigh and Sotheby; R. Faulder and Son; G. Nicol and Son; T. Payne; G. Robinson; Wilkie and Robinson; C. Davies; T. Egerton; Scatcherd and Letterman; J. Walker; Vernor, Hood, and Sharpe; R. Lea; J. Nunn; Lackington, Allen, and Company; J. Stockdale; Cuthell and Martin; Clarke and Sons; J. White and Company; Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme; Cadell and Davies; J. Barker; John Richardson; J.M. Richardson; J. Carpenter; B. Crosby; E. Jeffery; J. Murray; W. Miller; J. and A. Arch; Black, Parry, and Kingsbury; J. Booker; S. Bagster; J. Harding; J. Mackinlay; J. Hatchard; R.H. Evans; Matthews and Leigh; J. Mawman; J. Booth; J. Asperne; P. and W. Wynne; and W. Grace, Deighton and Son at Cambridge; and Wilson and Son at York, 1810 |
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... gaine , and spared losse . He thus laughs at the quintessence of a sublimated mineral elixir . Each powdred graine ransometh captive kings , Purchaseth realmes , and life prolonged brings " . 45 B. ii . 2. f . 28. In the last line of ...
... gaine , and spared losse . He thus laughs at the quintessence of a sublimated mineral elixir . Each powdred graine ransometh captive kings , Purchaseth realmes , and life prolonged brings " . 45 B. ii . 2. f . 28. In the last line of ...
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... gaine , Men give a groate , and aske the rest againe . Groats - worth of health can anie leech allot ? Yet should he have no more that gives a groate . Should I on each sicke pillow leane my brest , And grope the pulse of everie mangie ...
... gaine , Men give a groate , and aske the rest againe . Groats - worth of health can anie leech allot ? Yet should he have no more that gives a groate . Should I on each sicke pillow leane my brest , And grope the pulse of everie mangie ...
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... gaine ? All these and more deserve some blood - drawn lines , But my six cords beene of too loose a twine : Stay till my beard shall sweep mine aged breast , Then shall I seem an awful satyrist : While now my rhymes relish of the ferule ...
... gaine ? All these and more deserve some blood - drawn lines , But my six cords beene of too loose a twine : Stay till my beard shall sweep mine aged breast , Then shall I seem an awful satyrist : While now my rhymes relish of the ferule ...
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... gaine Buys all but for one quarter of the mayne ; Whiles if he chance to breake his deare - bought day And forfeit , for default of due repay , His late entangled lands ; then , Fridoline , Buy thee a wallet , and go beg or pine . If ...
... gaine Buys all but for one quarter of the mayne ; Whiles if he chance to breake his deare - bought day And forfeit , for default of due repay , His late entangled lands ; then , Fridoline , Buy thee a wallet , and go beg or pine . If ...
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... gaine . Here robb'd of all repose , Not interrupted by repaire , My fancies freely I declare : And counting all my crosses one by one , I daily do disclose To woods and vales my woes . And as I saw Aurora there , I thinke to her that I ...
... gaine . Here robb'd of all repose , Not interrupted by repaire , My fancies freely I declare : And counting all my crosses one by one , I daily do disclose To woods and vales my woes . And as I saw Aurora there , I thinke to her that I ...
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