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O sister meek of truth , To my admiring youth Thy sober aid and native charms infuse ! The flow'rs that sweetest breathe , Though beauty culled the wreath , Still ask thy hand to range their ordered hues . While Rome could none esteem ...
O sister meek of truth , To my admiring youth Thy sober aid and native charms infuse ! The flow'rs that sweetest breathe , Though beauty culled the wreath , Still ask thy hand to range their ordered hues . While Rome could none esteem ...
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Sweet smiling village , loveliest of the lawn , Thy sports are fled , and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen , And 155 OLIVER GOLDSMITH (1728-1774) The Deserted Village.
Sweet smiling village , loveliest of the lawn , Thy sports are fled , and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen , And 155 OLIVER GOLDSMITH (1728-1774) The Deserted Village.
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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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