Silver Poets of the Eighteenth CenturyArthur Pollard |
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... Lord ! I thought I should have sunk outright : Lord ! Madam , says Mary , how d'ye do ? Indeed , said I , never worse ; 15 But pray , Mary , can you tell what I have done with my Purse ! Lord help me , said Mary , I never stirr'd out of ...
... Lord ! I thought I should have sunk outright : Lord ! Madam , says Mary , how d'ye do ? Indeed , said I , never worse ; 15 But pray , Mary , can you tell what I have done with my Purse ! Lord help me , said Mary , I never stirr'd out of ...
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... Lord , said I , what shall I do ? 65 I have lost my Money , and I shall lose my True - Love too . So , my Lord call'd me ; Harry , said my Lord , don't cry , I'll give something towards thy Loss ; and says my Lady , so will I. Oh but ...
... Lord , said I , what shall I do ? 65 I have lost my Money , and I shall lose my True - Love too . So , my Lord call'd me ; Harry , said my Lord , don't cry , I'll give something towards thy Loss ; and says my Lady , so will I. Oh but ...
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... Lord Chancellor . 6. achievements , heraldic decorations given for distinguished actions . 11. Lord Keeper , Hatton was Lord Chancellor . Brawls , an old - fashioned dance . 12. Seal , and Maces , the insignia of the Lord Chancellor ...
... Lord Chancellor . 6. achievements , heraldic decorations given for distinguished actions . 11. Lord Keeper , Hatton was Lord Chancellor . Brawls , an old - fashioned dance . 12. Seal , and Maces , the insignia of the Lord Chancellor ...
Contents
A Description of the Morning | 8 |
Horace Lib 2 Sat 6 | 28 |
A Satirical Elegy on the Death | 34 |
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