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May it please your Grace , Having some days hy sickness been deprived of the
comfort of your sight , who did me so much honour at my last access , I am bold to
make these poor lines happier than myself : and withal , to represent anto your ...
May it please your Grace , Having some days hy sickness been deprived of the
comfort of your sight , who did me so much honour at my last access , I am bold to
make these poor lines happier than myself : and withal , to represent anto your ...
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This that I now offer to your Grace , you were so kind to when it was in loose
sheets , that by degrees you have trained it up to the confidence of appearing in
print before you : and I hope you will find it no hard matter to pardon a
presumption ...
This that I now offer to your Grace , you were so kind to when it was in loose
sheets , that by degrees you have trained it up to the confidence of appearing in
print before you : and I hope you will find it no hard matter to pardon a
presumption ...
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A consciousness of my unavoidable defects , is the best apology I can make to
your Grace , for aspiring to so high a patronage ; animated by a very large
experience of your particular favours , as well as general goodness . May your
grace ...
A consciousness of my unavoidable defects , is the best apology I can make to
your Grace , for aspiring to so high a patronage ; animated by a very large
experience of your particular favours , as well as general goodness . May your
grace ...
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Circling years , With peace and concord crown ' d , shall , undisturbid Glide gently
on , through ages blest ; and grace Thy universal empire ; till the world , And time
, disease , and death shall cease for ever . Say , grateful muse , what wond ...
Circling years , With peace and concord crown ' d , shall , undisturbid Glide gently
on , through ages blest ; and grace Thy universal empire ; till the world , And time
, disease , and death shall cease for ever . Say , grateful muse , what wond ...
Page 263
Is it a casual grace ? or lucky hit ? Or the cool effort of reflecting wit ? Has it no
law but mere misguided will ? No just criterion fix'd to good and ill ! It has - true
Taste , when delicately fine , Is the pure sunshine of a soul divine , The full
perfection ...
Is it a casual grace ? or lucky hit ? Or the cool effort of reflecting wit ? Has it no
law but mere misguided will ? No just criterion fix'd to good and ill ! It has - true
Taste , when delicately fine , Is the pure sunshine of a soul divine , The full
perfection ...
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Page 192 - Come on, sir; here's the place: — stand still. — How fearful And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows, and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
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| Title | Kentish Poets: A Series of Writers in English Poetry, Natives of Or Residents in the County of Kent; with Specimens of Their Compositions, and Some Account of Their Lives and Writings, Volumes 1-2 Kentish Poets: A Series of Writers in English Poetry, Natives of Or Residents in the County of Kent; with Specimens of Their Compositions, and Some Account of Their Lives and Writings, Rowland Freeman |
| Author | Rowland Freeman |
| Publisher | G. Wood, 1821 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 2 Oct 2007 |
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