Silver Poets of the Eighteenth CenturyArthur Pollard Dent, 1976 - 274 oldal |
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39. oldal
... Friends , we find something that doth not displease us . 5 10 15 20 25 30 As Rochefoucault his Maxims drew From Nature ... Friend as well as you , But would not have him stop my View ; Then let me have the higher Post ; I ask but for an ...
... Friends , we find something that doth not displease us . 5 10 15 20 25 30 As Rochefoucault his Maxims drew From Nature ... Friend as well as you , But would not have him stop my View ; Then let me have the higher Post ; I ask but for an ...
44. oldal
... Friend . No Madam , ' tis a shocking Sight , And he's engag'd To - morrow Night ! 235 My Lady Club wou'd take it ill , If he shou'd fail her at Quadrill . He lov'd the Dean . ( I lead a Heart . ) 240 But dearest Friends , they say ...
... Friend . No Madam , ' tis a shocking Sight , And he's engag'd To - morrow Night ! 235 My Lady Club wou'd take it ill , If he shou'd fail her at Quadrill . He lov'd the Dean . ( I lead a Heart . ) 240 But dearest Friends , they say ...
146. oldal
... Friend there , the Doctor , eats nothing at all . O - Oh ! quoth my Friend , he'll come on in a trice , He's keeping a corner for something that's nice : There's a Pasty - A Pasty ! repeated the Jew ; I don't care , if I keep a corner ...
... Friend there , the Doctor , eats nothing at all . O - Oh ! quoth my Friend , he'll come on in a trice , He's keeping a corner for something that's nice : There's a Pasty - A Pasty ! repeated the Jew ; I don't care , if I keep a corner ...
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A Description of the Morning | 8 |
Horace Lib 2 Sat 6 | 28 |
A Satirical Elegy on the Death | 34 |
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