Silver Poets of the Eighteenth CenturyArthur Pollard |
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Page 43
... Kind Lady Suffolk in the Spleen , Runs laughing up to tell the Queen . The Queen , so Gracious , Mild , and Good , Cries , ' Is he gone ? ' Tis time he shou❜d . He's dead you say ; why let him rot ; I'm glad the Medals were forgot . I ...
... Kind Lady Suffolk in the Spleen , Runs laughing up to tell the Queen . The Queen , so Gracious , Mild , and Good , Cries , ' Is he gone ? ' Tis time he shou❜d . He's dead you say ; why let him rot ; I'm glad the Medals were forgot . I ...
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... Kind of Wit is out of Date . Some Country Squire to Lintot goes , Enquires for SWIFT in Verse and Prose : Says Lintot , ' I have heard the Name : He dy'd a Year ago . ' The same . He searcheth all his Shop in vain ; ' Sir you may find ...
... Kind of Wit is out of Date . Some Country Squire to Lintot goes , Enquires for SWIFT in Verse and Prose : Says Lintot , ' I have heard the Name : He dy'd a Year ago . ' The same . He searcheth all his Shop in vain ; ' Sir you may find ...
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... kind ; The modern scribbling kind , who write , In wit , and sense , and nature's spite : " Till reading , I forget what day on , A chapter out of Took's Pantheon ; I think I met with something there , To suit my purpose to a hair ; But ...
... kind ; The modern scribbling kind , who write , In wit , and sense , and nature's spite : " Till reading , I forget what day on , A chapter out of Took's Pantheon ; I think I met with something there , To suit my purpose to a hair ; But ...
Contents
A Description of the Morning | 8 |
Horace Lib 2 Sat 6 | 28 |
A Satirical Elegy on the Death | 34 |
Copyright | |
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