Poems by Mr. GrayWilliam Sleater, 1768 - 187 pages |
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... Lady heard their joint petition , Swore by her coronet and ermine , She'd iffue out her high commiffion To rid the manour of fuch vermin . The Heroines undertook the task , Thro ' lanes unknown , o'er ftiles they ventur'd , Rapp'd at ...
... Lady heard their joint petition , Swore by her coronet and ermine , She'd iffue out her high commiffion To rid the manour of fuch vermin . The Heroines undertook the task , Thro ' lanes unknown , o'er ftiles they ventur'd , Rapp'd at ...
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... Lady Janes and Joans repair , And from the gallery ftand peeping . Such as in filence of the night Come ( fweep ) along fome winding entry ( * Styack has often feen the fight ) Or at the chapel - door ftand fentry . * The HOUSE - KEEPER ...
... Lady Janes and Joans repair , And from the gallery ftand peeping . Such as in filence of the night Come ( fweep ) along fome winding entry ( * Styack has often feen the fight ) Or at the chapel - door ftand fentry . * The HOUSE - KEEPER ...
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... Lady rofe , and with a grace- She smil'd , and bid him come to dinner . " Jefu - Maria ! Madam Bridget , " Why , what can the Viscountess mean ( Cry'd the fquare Hoods in woeful fidget ) " The times are alter'd quite and clean ...
... Lady rofe , and with a grace- She smil'd , and bid him come to dinner . " Jefu - Maria ! Madam Bridget , " Why , what can the Viscountess mean ( Cry'd the fquare Hoods in woeful fidget ) " The times are alter'd quite and clean ...
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Thomas Gray. And fo , God fave our noble King , And guard us from long - winded Lubbers , That to eternity would fing , And keep my Lady from her Rubbers . HYMN HYMN ΤΟ ADVERSITY , Ζήνα Τὸν φρονεῖν βροτοὺς ὁδώ σαντα A LONG STORY . 47.
Thomas Gray. And fo , God fave our noble King , And guard us from long - winded Lubbers , That to eternity would fing , And keep my Lady from her Rubbers . HYMN HYMN ΤΟ ADVERSITY , Ζήνα Τὸν φρονεῖν βροτοὺς ὁδώ σαντα A LONG STORY . 47.
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Page 147 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
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