American Poems (1625-1892)Walter Cochrane Bronson University of Chicago Press, 1912 - 669 páginas |
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... soon untie : The Greeks did nought but play the fools & lye . 20 25 25 30 tut , wit ! 35 Let Greeks be Greeks , and women what they are , Men have precedency and still excell : It is but vain unjustly to wage warre ; Men can do best ...
... soon untie : The Greeks did nought but play the fools & lye . 20 25 25 30 tut , wit ! 35 Let Greeks be Greeks , and women what they are , Men have precedency and still excell : It is but vain unjustly to wage warre ; Men can do best ...
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... soon assents ; Their method was that of the Elements , That each should tell what of himself he knew , Both good and bad , but yet no more then ' s true . With heed now stood three ages of frail man To hear the child , who , crying ...
... soon assents ; Their method was that of the Elements , That each should tell what of himself he knew , Both good and bad , but yet no more then ' s true . With heed now stood three ages of frail man To hear the child , who , crying ...
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... soon appear'd . But Xerxes resolute to Thrace goes first : 25 His Host all Lissus drinks to quench their thirst ; And for his Cattel all Pissyrus Lake Was scarce enough for each a draught to take . Then marching on to th ' streight ...
... soon appear'd . But Xerxes resolute to Thrace goes first : 25 His Host all Lissus drinks to quench their thirst ; And for his Cattel all Pissyrus Lake Was scarce enough for each a draught to take . Then marching on to th ' streight ...
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... SOON AFTER THE DECEASE OF HIS EXCELLENT AND VERTUOUS WIFE , MRS . ABIGAIL MATHER . Sir , after you have wip'd the eyes Of thousands in their miseries , And oft condoled the heavy Fates Of those that have surviv'd their mates , 1703 It's ...
... SOON AFTER THE DECEASE OF HIS EXCELLENT AND VERTUOUS WIFE , MRS . ABIGAIL MATHER . Sir , after you have wip'd the eyes Of thousands in their miseries , And oft condoled the heavy Fates Of those that have surviv'd their mates , 1703 It's ...
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... soon a fresh supply Of Cloaths from Stoar - house kept hard by , I mounted streight on such a Steed Did rather curb than whipping need , And , straining at the usual rate , With spur of Punch which lay in Pate , E'er long we lighted at ...
... soon a fresh supply Of Cloaths from Stoar - house kept hard by , I mounted streight on such a Steed Did rather curb than whipping need , And , straining at the usual rate , With spur of Punch which lay in Pate , E'er long we lighted at ...
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Página 220 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the Raven,
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