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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... never after ear so bar- ren a land , for fear it yield me still so bad a harvest . I leave it to your honourable survey , and your honour to your heart's content ; which I wish may always answer your own wish , and the world's hopeful ...
... never after ear so bar- ren a land , for fear it yield me still so bad a harvest . I leave it to your honourable survey , and your honour to your heart's content ; which I wish may always answer your own wish , and the world's hopeful ...
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... never to obey , Panting he lies , and breathing in her face ; She feedeth on the steam , as on a prey , And calls it heavenly moisture , air of grace , Wishing her cheeks were gardeus full of flowers , So they were dew'd with such ...
... never to obey , Panting he lies , and breathing in her face ; She feedeth on the steam , as on a prey , And calls it heavenly moisture , air of grace , Wishing her cheeks were gardeus full of flowers , So they were dew'd with such ...
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... never grave it : Then love's deep groans I never shall regard , Because Adonis ' heart hath made mine hard . " " For shame , " he cries , " let go , and let me go ; My day's delight is past , my horse is gone , And ' t is your fault I ...
... never grave it : Then love's deep groans I never shall regard , Because Adonis ' heart hath made mine hard . " " For shame , " he cries , " let go , and let me go ; My day's delight is past , my horse is gone , And ' t is your fault I ...
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... never waxeth strong . " You hurt my hand with wringing ; let us part , And leave this idle theme , this bootless chat : Remove your siege from my unyielding heart ; To love's alarm it will not ope the gate . Diamiss your vows , your ...
... never waxeth strong . " You hurt my hand with wringing ; let us part , And leave this idle theme , this bootless chat : Remove your siege from my unyielding heart ; To love's alarm it will not ope the gate . Diamiss your vows , your ...
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... never drown'd him in the flood . " Why hunt I then for colour or excuses ? All orators are dumb when beauty pleadeth ; Poor wretches have remorse in poor abuses ; Love thrives not in the heart that shadows dreadeth : Affection is my ...
... never drown'd him in the flood . " Why hunt I then for colour or excuses ? All orators are dumb when beauty pleadeth ; Poor wretches have remorse in poor abuses ; Love thrives not in the heart that shadows dreadeth : Affection is my ...
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