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Page 113
This pow'r has praise , that virtue scarce can warm , Till fame supplies the universal charm . ... Peace courts his hand , but spreads her charms in vain ; ' Think nothing gain'd , he cries , till nought remain , ' On Moscow's walls ...
This pow'r has praise , that virtue scarce can warm , Till fame supplies the universal charm . ... Peace courts his hand , but spreads her charms in vain ; ' Think nothing gain'd , he cries , till nought remain , ' On Moscow's walls ...
Page 155
... Seats of my youth , when every sport could please , How often have I loitered o'er thy green , Where humble happiness endeared each scene ; How often have I paused on every charm , The sheltered cot , the cultivated farm , The never ...
... Seats of my youth , when every sport could please , How often have I loitered o'er thy green , Where humble happiness endeared each scene ; How often have I paused on every charm , The sheltered cot , the cultivated farm , The never ...
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As some fair female unadorned and plain , Secure to please while youth confirms her reign , Slights every borrowed charm that dress supplies , Nor shares with art the triumph of her eyes : But when those charms are passed , for charms ...
As some fair female unadorned and plain , Secure to please while youth confirms her reign , Slights every borrowed charm that dress supplies , Nor shares with art the triumph of her eyes : But when those charms are passed , for charms ...
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CHARLES SACKVILLE EARL OF DORSET 16381706 | 1 |
ANNE COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA ?16601720 | 10 |
WILLIAM CONGREVE 16701729 | 19 |
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