Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry, Объемы 3-4J. Bell, 1789 |
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John Bell. EPISTLE V. ΤΟ LORD MELCOMBE . FROM RICHARD BENTLEY , ESQ . you : I'VE often thought , my Lord , the thing now true , Said by Lord Bute , but what I've learn'd from " We shall lose poetry : " In this alone Too short , he might ...
John Bell. EPISTLE V. ΤΟ LORD MELCOMBE . FROM RICHARD BENTLEY , ESQ . you : I'VE often thought , my Lord , the thing now true , Said by Lord Bute , but what I've learn'd from " We shall lose poetry : " In this alone Too short , he might ...
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... Lord , a little patience further still , To " Wit is gone , " by way of codicil ; Who but will say the thing that hears me tell ? — The man mistakes - Lord Melcombe's very well , Suppose I said - O could I ! War is done , Means it ...
... Lord , a little patience further still , To " Wit is gone , " by way of codicil ; Who but will say the thing that hears me tell ? — The man mistakes - Lord Melcombe's very well , Suppose I said - O could I ! War is done , Means it ...
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... Lord , at best , We find but little that will stand the test ; But then the boasted days of Charles the Second , Unless Debauchery for Wit is reckon'd , Most that they had appears , by looking back , A fungus growing on their butt of ...
... Lord , at best , We find but little that will stand the test ; But then the boasted days of Charles the Second , Unless Debauchery for Wit is reckon'd , Most that they had appears , by looking back , A fungus growing on their butt of ...
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EPISTLES | 1 |
A Prospect of Poetry | 21 |
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