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240 All that we feel of it begins and ends In the small circle of our foes or friends ; To all beside as much an empty shade An Eugene a living , as a Cæsar dead ; Alike or when , or where , they shone , or shine , 245 Or on the Rubicon ...
240 All that we feel of it begins and ends In the small circle of our foes or friends ; To all beside as much an empty shade An Eugene a living , as a Cæsar dead ; Alike or when , or where , they shone , or shine , 245 Or on the Rubicon ...
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Howe'er our pride may tempt us to conceal Those passions , which we cannot choose but feel , There's a strange something , which without a brain Fools feel , and with one wise men can't explain , Planted in man , to bind him to that ...
Howe'er our pride may tempt us to conceal Those passions , which we cannot choose but feel , There's a strange something , which without a brain Fools feel , and with one wise men can't explain , Planted in man , to bind him to that ...
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And I can feel Thy follies too ; and with a just disdain Frown at effeminates , whose very looks Reflect dishonour on the land I love . How , in the name of soldiership and sense , Should England prosper , when such things , as smooth ...
And I can feel Thy follies too ; and with a just disdain Frown at effeminates , whose very looks Reflect dishonour on the land I love . How , in the name of soldiership and sense , Should England prosper , when such things , as smooth ...
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Contents
MATTHEW PRIOR I | 1 |
If wine and music | 7 |
Alma or The Progress of The Mind Canto I | 15 |
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