Poems by Mr. GrayWilliam Sleater, 1768 - 187 pages |
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... Tyrian hue Thro ' richest purple to the view Betray'd a golden gleam . The hapless Nymph with wonder faw , A whisker first , and then a claw ; With With many an ardent wifh , She stretch'd in vain 20 ODE ON THE DEATH OF.
... Tyrian hue Thro ' richest purple to the view Betray'd a golden gleam . The hapless Nymph with wonder faw , A whisker first , and then a claw ; With With many an ardent wifh , She stretch'd in vain 20 ODE ON THE DEATH OF.
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... first beginning ! Shame of the verfifying tribe ! Your Hist'ry whither are you spinning ? Can you do nothing but describe ? A House * Hatton , preferred by Queen Elizabeth for his graceful perfon and fine dancing . A House there is ...
... first beginning ! Shame of the verfifying tribe ! Your Hist'ry whither are you spinning ? Can you do nothing but describe ? A House * Hatton , preferred by Queen Elizabeth for his graceful perfon and fine dancing . A House there is ...
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... first came cap - à - pié from France , Her conqu'fing deftiny fulfilling , Whom meaner Beauties eye askance , And vainly ape her art of killing . The other Amazon kind Heaven Had arm'd with fpirit , wit , and fatire : But COBHAM had the ...
... first came cap - à - pié from France , Her conqu'fing deftiny fulfilling , Whom meaner Beauties eye askance , And vainly ape her art of killing . The other Amazon kind Heaven Had arm'd with fpirit , wit , and fatire : But COBHAM had the ...
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... clamber , Into the Draw'rs and China pry , Papers and books , a huge Imbroglio ! Under a tea - cup he might lie , Or creas'd , like dogs - ears in a folio . On On the first marching of the troops The Muses , 40 A LONG STORY .
... clamber , Into the Draw'rs and China pry , Papers and books , a huge Imbroglio ! Under a tea - cup he might lie , Or creas'd , like dogs - ears in a folio . On On the first marching of the troops The Muses , 40 A LONG STORY .
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Thomas Gray. On the first marching of the troops The Muses , hopeless of his pardon , Convey'd him underneath their hoops To a small closet in the garden . So Rumour fays . ( Who will , believe ) But that they left the door a - jarr ...
Thomas Gray. On the first marching of the troops The Muses , hopeless of his pardon , Convey'd him underneath their hoops To a small closet in the garden . So Rumour fays . ( Who will , believe ) But that they left the door a - jarr ...
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