Silver Poets of the Eighteenth CenturyArthur Pollard |
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... Fame , our Wealth , our Lives your own . To such , a groaning Nation's spoils are giv❜n , When publick Crimes inflame the Wrath of Heav'n : But what , my Friend , what Hope remains for me , Who start at Theft , and blush at Perjury ...
... Fame , our Wealth , our Lives your own . To such , a groaning Nation's spoils are giv❜n , When publick Crimes inflame the Wrath of Heav'n : But what , my Friend , what Hope remains for me , Who start at Theft , and blush at Perjury ...
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... Fame ; Through all his Veins the Fever of Renown Burns from the strong Contagion of the Gown ; O'er Bodley's Dome his future Labours spread , 140 And Bacon's Mansion trembles o'er his Head . Are these thy Views ? proceed , illustrious ...
... Fame ; Through all his Veins the Fever of Renown Burns from the strong Contagion of the Gown ; O'er Bodley's Dome his future Labours spread , 140 And Bacon's Mansion trembles o'er his Head . Are these thy Views ? proceed , illustrious ...
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... Fame , With whisper'd Spell had burst the starting Band , It left unblest her loath'd dishonour'd Side ; Happier hopeless Fair , if never Her baffled Hand with vain Endeavour Had touch'd that fatal Zone to her denied ! Young Fancy thus ...
... Fame , With whisper'd Spell had burst the starting Band , It left unblest her loath'd dishonour'd Side ; Happier hopeless Fair , if never Her baffled Hand with vain Endeavour Had touch'd that fatal Zone to her denied ! Young Fancy thus ...
Contents
A Description of the Morning | 8 |
Horace Lib 2 Sat 6 | 28 |
A Satirical Elegy on the Death | 34 |
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