Poetical Works: To which is Prefixed an Account of the Life and Writings of the Author, Volume 2T. Evans, 1774 |
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... Who lives on what her hands can get . Walk in with me at least to - night , And let us fet all matters right . I know my duty , and indeed Would help a friend in time of need . Take Take fuch refreshment as you find , I'm sure I ( 72 )
... Who lives on what her hands can get . Walk in with me at least to - night , And let us fet all matters right . I know my duty , and indeed Would help a friend in time of need . Take Take fuch refreshment as you find , I'm sure I ( 72 )
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... sure I mean it for the best , And give it with a willing mind To fuch a grave and fober guest . So in they came , and for his picking , Behold the table covers fpread , Inftead of Goody's cheese and bread , With tarts , and fish , and ...
... sure I mean it for the best , And give it with a willing mind To fuch a grave and fober guest . So in they came , and for his picking , Behold the table covers fpread , Inftead of Goody's cheese and bread , With tarts , and fish , and ...
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... ( Sure to be pleas'd , as fure to please ) And draws from filver - stand his pen , To fcribble fonnets now and then ; Who writes not what he truly feels , But rather what he flily fteals , And patches up , in courtly phrase , The manly ...
... ( Sure to be pleas'd , as fure to please ) And draws from filver - stand his pen , To fcribble fonnets now and then ; Who writes not what he truly feels , But rather what he flily fteals , And patches up , in courtly phrase , The manly ...
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... Sure I can judge as well as you , I know a thrush and starling too . Who was it shot them , you or I ? They're ftarlings - thrushes - zounds you lie . Pray , Sir , take back your dirty word , I fcorn your language as your bird ; It ...
... Sure I can judge as well as you , I know a thrush and starling too . Who was it shot them , you or I ? They're ftarlings - thrushes - zounds you lie . Pray , Sir , take back your dirty word , I fcorn your language as your bird ; It ...
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... Sure it was idle and abfurd To wrangle fo about a bird ; ! A bird not worth a single rush- A ftarling - no , my love , a thrush , That I'll maintain - that I'll deny . -You're wrong , good husband - wife , y Again the self - fame ...
... Sure it was idle and abfurd To wrangle fo about a bird ; ! A bird not worth a single rush- A ftarling - no , my love , a thrush , That I'll maintain - that I'll deny . -You're wrong , good husband - wife , y Again the self - fame ...
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Poetical Works: To which is Prefixed an Account of the Life and ..., Volume 1 Robert Lloyd Visualização completa - 1774 |
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