Silver Poets of the Eighteenth CenturyArthur Pollard |
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Page 102
... beneath a rug , A window patch'd with paper lent a ray , That dimly shew'd the state in which he lay ; The sanded floor that grits beneath the tread ; The humid wall with paltry pictures spread : The royal game of goose was there in ...
... beneath a rug , A window patch'd with paper lent a ray , That dimly shew'd the state in which he lay ; The sanded floor that grits beneath the tread ; The humid wall with paltry pictures spread : The royal game of goose was there in ...
Page 127
... beneath the burthen of threescore . So blest a life these thoughtless realms display , Thus idly busy rolls their world away : Theirs are those arts that mind to mind endear , For honour forms the social temper here . Honour , that ...
... beneath the burthen of threescore . So blest a life these thoughtless realms display , Thus idly busy rolls their world away : Theirs are those arts that mind to mind endear , For honour forms the social temper here . Honour , that ...
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... Beneath those rugged elms , that yew - tree's shade , Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap , Each in his narrow cell for ever laid , The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep . The breezy call of incense - breathing Morn , The ...
... Beneath those rugged elms , that yew - tree's shade , Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap , Each in his narrow cell for ever laid , The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep . The breezy call of incense - breathing Morn , The ...
Contents
A Description of the Morning | 8 |
Horace Lib 2 Sat 6 | 28 |
A Satirical Elegy on the Death | 34 |
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