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He , who supreme in judgment , as in wit , Might boldly censure , as he boldly writ , Yet judged with coolness , though he sung with fire ; His precepts teach but what his works inspire .
He , who supreme in judgment , as in wit , Might boldly censure , as he boldly writ , Yet judged with coolness , though he sung with fire ; His precepts teach but what his works inspire .
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... Rais'd from some pleasing dream of wealth and pow'r , Some pompous palace , or some blissful bower , Aghast you start , and scarce with aching sight Sustain th ' approaching fire's tremendous light ; Swift from pursuing horrors take ...
... Rais'd from some pleasing dream of wealth and pow'r , Some pompous palace , or some blissful bower , Aghast you start , and scarce with aching sight Sustain th ' approaching fire's tremendous light ; Swift from pursuing horrors take ...
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In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes ? On what wings dare he aspire ? What the hand dare seize the fire ? And what shoulder , & what art , Could twist 219 WILLIAM BLAKE The The Tyger.
In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes ? On what wings dare he aspire ? What the hand dare seize the fire ? And what shoulder , & what art , Could twist 219 WILLIAM BLAKE The The Tyger.
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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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