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Earl Warwick comes , of free and honest mind ; Bold , gen'rous Craggs , whose heart was ne'er disguis'd : Ah why , sweet St. John , cannot I thee find ? St. John for ev'ry social virtue priz'd . - Alas ! to foreign climates he's ...
Earl Warwick comes , of free and honest mind ; Bold , gen'rous Craggs , whose heart was ne'er disguis'd : Ah why , sweet St. John , cannot I thee find ? St. John for ev'ry social virtue priz'd . - Alas ! to foreign climates he's ...
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She is the darling of my heart , And she lives in our alley . When she is by , I leave my work , I love her so sincerely ; My master comes like any Turk , And bangs me most severely : But let him bang his bellyful , I'll bear it all for ...
She is the darling of my heart , And she lives in our alley . When she is by , I leave my work , I love her so sincerely ; My master comes like any Turk , And bangs me most severely : But let him bang his bellyful , I'll bear it all for ...
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... and think ( At random and imperfectly indeed ) On man , the heart of man , and human life . ... I will relate the same For the delight of a few natural hearts ; And , with yet fonder feeling , for the sake of youthful Poets ...
... and think ( At random and imperfectly indeed ) On man , the heart of man , and human life . ... I will relate the same For the delight of a few natural hearts ; And , with yet fonder feeling , for the sake of youthful Poets ...
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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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