Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry, Объемы 1-2John Bell, 1789 |
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... vice of each luxuriant soil , Say , YORKE ( for sure , if any , you can tell ) , What Virtue is , who practise it so well ; Say , where inhabits this Sultana queen ; Prais'd and ador'd by all , but rarely seen ? By what sure marks her ...
... vice of each luxuriant soil , Say , YORKE ( for sure , if any , you can tell ) , What Virtue is , who practise it so well ; Say , where inhabits this Sultana queen ; Prais'd and ador'd by all , but rarely seen ? By what sure marks her ...
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... vice , and pride ; ' Tis he that's deaf to this command alone , Delights in others ' woe , and courts his own ; Racks and destroys with tort'ring steel and flame , For lux'ry brutes , and man himself for fame : Sets Superstition high on ...
... vice , and pride ; ' Tis he that's deaf to this command alone , Delights in others ' woe , and courts his own ; Racks and destroys with tort'ring steel and flame , For lux'ry brutes , and man himself for fame : Sets Superstition high on ...
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... , with them , is only to abstain From all that nature asks , and covet pain ; Pleasure and vice are ever near akin , And , if we thirst , cold water is a sin : Heav'n's path is rough and intricate , they say , 4 Epist . I. ETHIC EPISTLES .
... , with them , is only to abstain From all that nature asks , and covet pain ; Pleasure and vice are ever near akin , And , if we thirst , cold water is a sin : Heav'n's path is rough and intricate , they say , 4 Epist . I. ETHIC EPISTLES .
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... vice , And censure those , who nearer to the right , Think Virtue is but to dispense delight . No servile tenets would admittance find , Destructive of the rights of human - kind ; Of pow'r divine , hereditary right , And non ...
... vice , And censure those , who nearer to the right , Think Virtue is but to dispense delight . No servile tenets would admittance find , Destructive of the rights of human - kind ; Of pow'r divine , hereditary right , And non ...
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... vice ! —well , sure , the last day must be near ! ” T'avoid such wild , imaginary pains , The sad creation of distemper'd brains , Dispatch , dear friend ! move , labour , sweat , run , fly ! Do aught - but think the day of judgment ...
... vice ! —well , sure , the last day must be near ! ” T'avoid such wild , imaginary pains , The sad creation of distemper'd brains , Dispatch , dear friend ! move , labour , sweat , run , fly ! Do aught - but think the day of judgment ...
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ambition beauty Bishop Hoadly bless bless'd blest bliss boast breast charms confin'd crowd dear delight design'd divine Earl ease EPISTLE Ev'n eyes fair fame fancy fate fear Finedon fire flame flow folly form'd FRANCIS FAWKES give glory GOUT grace hand happy heart heav'n Hence honors hope hour Ickworth inspir'd ISAAC HAWKINS BROWNE John Dolben king lady laws life's Lord Lord Hervey mankind mind Muse nature's ne'er numbers o'er Orpington Page1 pain passion peace plain pleas'd pleasure poet Poison'd pow'r praise prebendal stall pride rage rise rule sacred sage Sappho scene scorn sense shew shine shun Sir Jonathan Trelawny slave smile SOAME JENYNS soul Spleen strain sure sweet taste tell thee thou thought thro toil trembling true truth verse virtue virtue's whate'er Whilst WILLIAM MELMOTH wings wise wretch youth
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