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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... tongue , And swelling passion doth provoke a pause ; Red cheeks and fiery eyes blaze forth her wrong ; Being judge in love , she cannot right her cause : And now she weeps , and now she fain would speak , And now her sobs do her ...
... tongue , And swelling passion doth provoke a pause ; Red cheeks and fiery eyes blaze forth her wrong ; Being judge in love , she cannot right her cause : And now she weeps , and now she fain would speak , And now her sobs do her ...
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... tongue . An oven that is stopp'd , or river stay'd , Burneth more hotly , swelleth with more rage : So of concealed sorrow may be said ; Free vent of words love's fire doth assuage ; But when the heart's attorney once is mute The client ...
... tongue . An oven that is stopp'd , or river stay'd , Burneth more hotly , swelleth with more rage : So of concealed sorrow may be said ; Free vent of words love's fire doth assuage ; But when the heart's attorney once is mute The client ...
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... tongues , And every tongue more moving than your own , Bewitching like the wanton mermaid's songs , Yet from mine ear the tempting tune is blown ; For know , my heart stands armed in my ear , And will not let a false sound enter there ...
... tongues , And every tongue more moving than your own , Bewitching like the wanton mermaid's songs , Yet from mine ear the tempting tune is blown ; For know , my heart stands armed in my ear , And will not let a false sound enter there ...
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... tongue ; Be wreak'd on him , invisible commander ; ' Tis he , foul creature , that hath done thee wrong ; I did but act , he ' s author of thy slander ; Grief hath two tongues , and never woman yet Could rule them both , without ten ...
... tongue ; Be wreak'd on him , invisible commander ; ' Tis he , foul creature , that hath done thee wrong ; I did but act , he ' s author of thy slander ; Grief hath two tongues , and never woman yet Could rule them both , without ten ...
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... tongue ( The niggard prodigal that prais'd her so ) In that high task hath done her beauty wrong , Which far exceeds his barren skill to show : Therefore that praise which Collatine doth owe , Enchanted Tarquin answers with surmise , In ...
... tongue ( The niggard prodigal that prais'd her so ) In that high task hath done her beauty wrong , Which far exceeds his barren skill to show : Therefore that praise which Collatine doth owe , Enchanted Tarquin answers with surmise , In ...
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