Silver Poets of the Eighteenth CenturyArthur Pollard Dent, 1976 - 274 oldal |
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43. oldal
... Queen . The Queen , so Gracious , Mild , and Good , Cries , ' Is he gone ? ' Tis time he shou❜d . He's dead you say ; why let him rot ; I'm glad the Medals were forgot . I promis'd them , I own ; but when ? I only was the Princess then ...
... Queen . The Queen , so Gracious , Mild , and Good , Cries , ' Is he gone ? ' Tis time he shou❜d . He's dead you say ; why let him rot ; I'm glad the Medals were forgot . I promis'd them , I own ; but when ? I only was the Princess then ...
205. oldal
... Queen's and Magdalen Colleges , Oxford . He left Oxford on the strength of a legacy from his mother to live in London . His poetry was not well- received and he became dependent on the generosity of a nephew , but increasing melancholia ...
... Queen's and Magdalen Colleges , Oxford . He left Oxford on the strength of a legacy from his mother to live in London . His poetry was not well- received and he became dependent on the generosity of a nephew , but increasing melancholia ...
251. oldal
... Queen promised him a gift of medals which were never sent . She saw a piece of Indian plaid cloth which Swift had sent to Henrietta Howard , Countess of Suffolk and Lady of the Bedchamber to the Queen and also mistress of George II ...
... Queen promised him a gift of medals which were never sent . She saw a piece of Indian plaid cloth which Swift had sent to Henrietta Howard , Countess of Suffolk and Lady of the Bedchamber to the Queen and also mistress of George II ...
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