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Of children born with teeth we've heard , And some like comets with a beard ' ; Which seem'd to be fore - runners of dire change : But never hitherto was seen , Born from a ...
Of children born with teeth we've heard , And some like comets with a beard ' ; Which seem'd to be fore - runners of dire change : But never hitherto was seen , Born from a ...
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... the sot ( And th ' influence of th'ill genius of our land ) At last in part began to understand . Some insight in the Latin tongue a Could smatter pretty well , and write too a. he got ; Could THE POET'S COMPLAINT . 41.
... the sot ( And th ' influence of th'ill genius of our land ) At last in part began to understand . Some insight in the Latin tongue a Could smatter pretty well , and write too a. he got ; Could THE POET'S COMPLAINT . 41.
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Else tell me why ( some prophet that is wife ) Heaven took such care To make him every thing that's rare , Dear to the heart , desirous to the eyes . Why do all good men bless him as he goes ? Why at his presence thrink his foes ?
Else tell me why ( some prophet that is wife ) Heaven took such care To make him every thing that's rare , Dear to the heart , desirous to the eyes . Why do all good men bless him as he goes ? Why at his presence thrink his foes ?
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Into th ' expecting boat with haste they went , Where , as the troubled Fair - one to the shore some withes sent For that dear pledge th'ad left behind , And as her passion grew too mnighty for her mind , She of some tears her eyes ...
Into th ' expecting boat with haste they went , Where , as the troubled Fair - one to the shore some withes sent For that dear pledge th'ad left behind , And as her passion grew too mnighty for her mind , She of some tears her eyes ...
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Forgive this fond confeffion which I make , And then some picy on my sufferings take . What though ' midft feas my father's empire lies ; Though my great grandfire thunder from the skies ; What though my father's fire in beams drest gay ...
Forgive this fond confeffion which I make , And then some picy on my sufferings take . What though ' midft feas my father's empire lies ; Though my great grandfire thunder from the skies ; What though my father's fire in beams drest gay ...
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| Title | The Works of the English Poets, Volume 11 |
| Author | Thomas Otway |
| Editors | Samuel Johnson, C. Bathrust (Londres) |
| Publisher | E. Cox, 1779 |
| Original from | the Complutense University of Madrid |
| Digitized | 3 Aug 2009 |
| Length | 212 pages |
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