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Page 82
Poor guiltless I ! and can I choose but smile , When every coxcomb knows me by my style ? Cursed be the verse , how well soe'er it flow , That tends to make one worthy man my foe , Give Virtue scandal , Innocence a fear , Or from the ...
Poor guiltless I ! and can I choose but smile , When every coxcomb knows me by my style ? Cursed be the verse , how well soe'er it flow , That tends to make one worthy man my foe , Give Virtue scandal , Innocence a fear , Or from the ...
Page 159
His ready smile a parent's warmth expressed , Their welfare pleased him , and their cares distressed ; To them his heart , his love , his griefs were given , But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven .
His ready smile a parent's warmth expressed , Their welfare pleased him , and their cares distressed ; To them his heart , his love , his griefs were given , But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven .
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Sweet joy but two days old , Sweet joy I call thee : Thou dost smile , I sing the while , Sweet joy befall thee ! On Another's Sorrow Can I see another's woe , And not be in sorrow too ? Can I see another's grief , And not seek for kind ...
Sweet joy but two days old , Sweet joy I call thee : Thou dost smile , I sing the while , Sweet joy befall thee ! On Another's Sorrow Can I see another's woe , And not be in sorrow too ? Can I see another's grief , And not seek for kind ...
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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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