Poems by Mr. GrayWilliam Sleater, 1768 - 187 pages |
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Page 167
... Fair , with a contemptuous fnecr , On these unmarried men Reflections caft ! The fplendid Fortune and the Beauteous Face ( Themselves confess it and their Sires bemoan ) Too foon are caught by Scarlet and by Lace : Thefe Sons of Science ...
... Fair , with a contemptuous fnecr , On these unmarried men Reflections caft ! The fplendid Fortune and the Beauteous Face ( Themselves confess it and their Sires bemoan ) Too foon are caught by Scarlet and by Lace : Thefe Sons of Science ...
Page 168
... Fair ; Some who of old could Tastes and Fashions guide , Controul the Manager and awe the Play'r . But Science now has fill'd their vacant mind With Rome's rich fpoils and Truth's exalted Views ; Fir'd them with transports of a nobler ...
... Fair ; Some who of old could Tastes and Fashions guide , Controul the Manager and awe the Play'r . But Science now has fill'd their vacant mind With Rome's rich fpoils and Truth's exalted Views ; Fir'd them with transports of a nobler ...
Page 171
... lethargic chair , " Which rears its moth - devoured Back so high , " At noon he quaff'd three glaffes to the Fair , " And por'd upon the news with curious eye . " Now " Now by the fire , engag'd in ferious talk IN A COLLE GÉ . 171.
... lethargic chair , " Which rears its moth - devoured Back so high , " At noon he quaff'd three glaffes to the Fair , " And por'd upon the news with curious eye . " Now " Now by the fire , engag'd in ferious talk IN A COLLE GÉ . 171.
Page 180
... beam made , Nor zonelefs is her waift : But fair and beautiful , I ween , As the ceftos - cin & tur'd Queen , Is with the rainbow's fhadowy girdle brac❜d . She II . 2 . She bids purfue the fav'rite road 180 THE BAR D ,
... beam made , Nor zonelefs is her waift : But fair and beautiful , I ween , As the ceftos - cin & tur'd Queen , Is with the rainbow's fhadowy girdle brac❜d . She II . 2 . She bids purfue the fav'rite road 180 THE BAR D ,
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