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Are only poor to undiscerning men ; Here may the nice and curious eye explore How Nature's hand adorns the rushy moor ; Here the rare moss in secret shade is found , Here the sweet myrtle of the shaking ground ; Beauties are these that ...
Are only poor to undiscerning men ; Here may the nice and curious eye explore How Nature's hand adorns the rushy moor ; Here the rare moss in secret shade is found , Here the sweet myrtle of the shaking ground ; Beauties are these that ...
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The Fly LITTLE Fly , Thy summer's play My thoughtless hand Has brush'd away . Am not I A fly like thee ? Or art not thou A man like me ? For I dance , And drink , & sing , Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing .
The Fly LITTLE Fly , Thy summer's play My thoughtless hand Has brush'd away . Am not I A fly like thee ? Or art not thou A man like me ? For I dance , And drink , & sing , Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing .
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Up Urgan starts , that hideous dwarf , Before Lord Richard stands , And , as he crossed and blessed himself , ' I fear not sign , ' quoth the grisly elf , ' That is made with bloody hands . ' But out then spoke she , Alice Brand ...
Up Urgan starts , that hideous dwarf , Before Lord Richard stands , And , as he crossed and blessed himself , ' I fear not sign , ' quoth the grisly elf , ' That is made with bloody hands . ' But out then spoke she , Alice Brand ...
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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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