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The marble tombs that rise on high , Whose dead in vaulted arches lie , Whose pillars swell with sculptur'd stones , Arms , angels , epitaphs , and bones , These ( all the poor remains of state ) , Adorn the rich , or praise the great ...
The marble tombs that rise on high , Whose dead in vaulted arches lie , Whose pillars swell with sculptur'd stones , Arms , angels , epitaphs , and bones , These ( all the poor remains of state ) , Adorn the rich , or praise the great ...
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Succeeding monarchs heard the subjects ' cries , Nor saw displeased the peaceful cottage rise . Then gathering flocks on unknown mountains fed , O'er sandy wilds were yellow harvests spread . The forests wonder'd at th ' unusual grain ...
Succeeding monarchs heard the subjects ' cries , Nor saw displeased the peaceful cottage rise . Then gathering flocks on unknown mountains fed , O'er sandy wilds were yellow harvests spread . The forests wonder'd at th ' unusual grain ...
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What tho ' my shrinking Flesh complain , And murmur to contend so long , I rise superior to my Pain , When I am weak then I am strong , And when my All of Strength shall fail , I shall with the GOD - man prevail .
What tho ' my shrinking Flesh complain , And murmur to contend so long , I rise superior to my Pain , When I am weak then I am strong , And when my All of Strength shall fail , I shall with the GOD - man prevail .
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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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