Silver Poets of the Eighteenth CenturyArthur Pollard |
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... Head : They call'd for Tea and Chocolate , And fell into their usual Chat , Discoursing with important Face , On Ribbons , Fans , and Gloves and Lace ; Shew'd Patterns just from India brought , And gravely ask'd her what she thought ...
... Head : They call'd for Tea and Chocolate , And fell into their usual Chat , Discoursing with important Face , On Ribbons , Fans , and Gloves and Lace ; Shew'd Patterns just from India brought , And gravely ask'd her what she thought ...
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... Head , I saw the Graves give up their Dead . Jove , arm'd with Terrors , burst the Skies , And Thunder roars , and Light'ning flies ! Amaz'd , confus'd , its Fate unknown , The World stands trembling at his Throne . While each pale ...
... Head , I saw the Graves give up their Dead . Jove , arm'd with Terrors , burst the Skies , And Thunder roars , and Light'ning flies ! Amaz'd , confus'd , its Fate unknown , The World stands trembling at his Throne . While each pale ...
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... head , yes , yes , I have a head . 35 How piercing is that eye ! How sleek that brow ! My horns ! I'm told horns are the fashion now . ' Whilst thus he spoke , astonish'd ! to his view , Near , and more near , the hounds and huntsmen ...
... head , yes , yes , I have a head . 35 How piercing is that eye ! How sleek that brow ! My horns ! I'm told horns are the fashion now . ' Whilst thus he spoke , astonish'd ! to his view , Near , and more near , the hounds and huntsmen ...
Contents
A Description of the Morning | 8 |
Horace Lib 2 Sat 6 | 28 |
A Satirical Elegy on the Death | 34 |
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