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My God ! oh , in thy fear here let them live ! Thy wards they are , take them to thy
protection : Thou gav'st them first , now back to thee I give ; Direct them thou , and
help her weak direction ; That re - united by thy strong election Thou now in ...
My God ! oh , in thy fear here let them live ! Thy wards they are , take them to thy
protection : Thou gav'st them first , now back to thee I give ; Direct them thou , and
help her weak direction ; That re - united by thy strong election Thou now in ...
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Crown ' d he would live , and crownd he ends his days : All so in heaven ' s court
this traitor sped . Who now , when he had overlooked his train , Rising upon his
throne with bitter strain , Thus ' gan to whet their rage , and chide their frustrate ...
Crown ' d he would live , and crownd he ends his days : All so in heaven ' s court
this traitor sped . Who now , when he had overlooked his train , Rising upon his
throne with bitter strain , Thus ' gan to whet their rage , and chide their frustrate ...
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If not to die , dare but to live like her : Dare to live virgins till the honour'd age Of
thrice fifteen calls matrous on the stage , Whilst not a blemish or least stain is
seen On your white robe twixt fifty and fifteen A LA BOURBON . Donnez moi plus
de ...
If not to die , dare but to live like her : Dare to live virgins till the honour'd age Of
thrice fifteen calls matrous on the stage , Whilst not a blemish or least stain is
seen On your white robe twixt fifty and fifteen A LA BOURBON . Donnez moi plus
de ...
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If the treasur'd gold could give Man a larger term to live , I'd employ my utmost
care Still to keep , and still to spare ; And when Death approach'd , would say , “
Take thy fee , and walk away . But since riches cannot save Mortals from the ...
If the treasur'd gold could give Man a larger term to live , I'd employ my utmost
care Still to keep , and still to spare ; And when Death approach'd , would say , “
Take thy fee , and walk away . But since riches cannot save Mortals from the ...
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By your sweet converse cheer ' d , the live - long day Will pass unnotic ' d , like
the stream , away . ' Why should kind Providence abundance give , If we , like
niggards , can ' t afford to live ? The wretched miser , poor ' midst heaps of pelf ,
To ...
By your sweet converse cheer ' d , the live - long day Will pass unnotic ' d , like
the stream , away . ' Why should kind Providence abundance give , If we , like
niggards , can ' t afford to live ? The wretched miser , poor ' midst heaps of pelf ,
To ...
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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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Page 250 - Whose armour is his honest thought And simple truth his utmost skill! Whose passions not his masters...
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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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